Llewellyn admittedly hadn’t been able to do much to help around the shop for a few weeks after he hurt his arm in the weird garbage-monster-spirit attack. He’d felt quite bad about that, having come to enjoy his time learning from Aerith.

So he would be quite pleased to see her and find out how she’d been once he caught sight of her, but at the moment he was occupied with trying to find Pretzel. The pup was far quicker than he expected that he would be on those stubby legs, and it seemed his progress with obedience training had... backslid a little.

Hard for it to not when there were so many new sights and sounds, though! The pup wiggled insistently at Aerith, little yips in greeting. She was, after all, going to be a new friend in his opinion! Did she like to play? Did she like treats? Did she like to pick puppers up and cuddle them!?

Important questions, you know.

Of course, it wasn’t meant to last, as Llewellyn’s voice could be heard not far off. A slight edge of panic to his tone as he was still trying to spot the dog. “Pretzel?? Pretzel, where have you gotten to, bud? You know this isn’t going to earn treats. I’m going to tell Rhy to not give you upsies for... three days if you don’t come out!” Yes. Llewellyn knew dogs didn’t really respond to full sentences, but it was a habit, and Pretzel still seemed to notice his voice.

When he wanted to, anyway. And right now? He wanted to make a new friend instead.