So many things to explore, scents to smell, people to meet, and definitely treats to eat. But Pretzel was a gracious pup, and he would forgive Aerith for not having treats today. She was giving him excellent pats and ear rubs, after all, and that definitely counted for something!
Llewellyn shook his head a little at the question, it was still a bit weird to think about it. "Pretzel is actually a puppy I was granted while at the Sphere. Rhy and I didn't expect we'd get to see the little guy again, but he showed up along with my hat a few days ago." And he got the distinct feeling that Raimon had delivered on the request, but he hadn't gotten back to the curio shop to talk to him about it. He hadn't really believed the man's boasting about getting just about anything before, but he did now.
Llewellyn blinked a little at her laughter, a sheepish smile crossing his face as he realized why she probably laughed. He had learned a lot of fun words that he normally wouldn't have used before, it was the magic of being fascinated with languages and being around people from different worlds and eras. Sometimes? Sometimes he might even break out the word 'cool' if given a reason to. "Well, I've been trying to get his training sorted, and one of us has to be the strict one... right?" Another funny mental image.
"I read that a fully grown basset hound weighs about Sixty-three pounds on average. So it seems rather smart to break him of his need to be carried around all the time."
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Llewellyn shook his head a little at the question, it was still a bit weird to think about it. "Pretzel is actually a puppy I was granted while at the Sphere. Rhy and I didn't expect we'd get to see the little guy again, but he showed up along with my hat a few days ago." And he got the distinct feeling that Raimon had delivered on the request, but he hadn't gotten back to the curio shop to talk to him about it. He hadn't really believed the man's boasting about getting just about anything before, but he did now.
Llewellyn blinked a little at her laughter, a sheepish smile crossing his face as he realized why she probably laughed. He had learned a lot of fun words that he normally wouldn't have used before, it was the magic of being fascinated with languages and being around people from different worlds and eras. Sometimes? Sometimes he might even break out the word 'cool' if given a reason to. "Well, I've been trying to get his training sorted, and one of us has to be the strict one... right?" Another funny mental image.
"I read that a fully grown basset hound weighs about Sixty-three pounds on average. So it seems rather smart to break him of his need to be carried around all the time."