Pretzel, clever pup that he was, made another dash for the door to sit next to excitedly when Rhy said the word ‘leash.’ That word meant they were going out! How fun!

Llewellyn, on the other hand, midway through shrugging on his own layers, paused. His head tilted and a slightly embarrassed expression crossing his face, clearly as obvious as he was being… He hadn’t realized it. Or perhaps he had thought he was keeping it to himself well enough that Rhy wouldn’t catch on. “Mm… I confess that it is rather full at the moment. I uh- apologize if it’s made me a bit absent, my love.” He leaned lightly, reaching forward to snag his hat off of the top of a lampshade that it was sitting on.