"Bag-ception," Jack replied ominously, watching as she unloaded and feeling the corner of his mouth twitch upward a little. He crouched next to her, not at all surprised when Bosley returned to him to try and climb onto his leg. Instead, Jack nudged him over onto his side, the puppy going and rolling easily to expose is chubby belly, wiggling as Jack patted him even as he kept his focus on the bags within bags.
"So, are we just writing 'Help'?" The question came as he reached for one of the bags, fueled by curiosity more than anything, and unzipped it enough to see it was full of nail polish. His brows arched upwards as he got more comfortable, opening it wider, and feeling glad that he had something else to focus on for a moment. "Holy crap, it's like a Crayola factory barfed in here. Have you actually worn all these?"