Llewellyn smiled at that, the kiss, and that Rhy at least had a little more time left before he had to go. “He probably will, considering it took even us some time to adjust to this world and the things in it... There’s so much I don’t know that he would even have seen before to know what it is.”

Pretzel had deposited his stick near the bench they’d found, and had moved on to rolling in the grass, kicking his little legs in the air with a happy sound. Llewellyn’s brows knit together a bit as an afterthought struck him. “I don’t even think that he’s seen weather or the results of it before, aside from that one time with the snow. We may have to keep things like mud-puddles in mind.”