"Go git 'im!" Jack enthused, poking a finger lightly into Bosley's belly as the puppy wriggled, as if he couldn't figure out how to roll back over again. Jack snorted, then nudged him onto his side, the puppy plopping back onto his feet to find and tackle Figaro.
"Think we can fit all that on there and have it be big enough to read?" He glanced down at the contents of her bags, about to ask if she was sure she had enough to get that all on there, but promptly clamped it shut again. "You've got backups for all of this back in Zenith just in case this whole thing doesn't work and we get rescued in a few hours, right?" As optimistic as he wanted to feel, he really didn't want to put too much hope into this working. He reached into the bag to pull out a nice sparkly blue nail polish, reading the label. "Because I wouldn't want you to run out of...." He squinted, then deadpanned as he read. "Unicorn Puke." He blinked at it for a second, then nodded. "We're saving Unicorn Puke for later."