Vasha blushes "Let's go Puddles, we're off to lunch."
His ears perk up at that and he follows them back to the dinner. "Thank you for including him. I don't know what I'm to do with him while I'm here, there's not many places for him to play."
Vasha giggles "Wouldn't he be in danger of being confused for a wandering or lost animal? I realy couldn't stand it if something were to happen to him."
"Well, you could give him a little necklace or other memento with your name on it--that would serve the dual purpose of making it clear that he wasn't a stray and also hopefully keeping his mind off other women."
"I'll have to get something made up. Perhaps after I get paid next." She smiles "I know he wouldn't stray though. He and I had a good talk on my journy over here." she says as she scratches his head.
"Oh, I wonder if we should get him something. Is there some dish that would be good for a dog?"
She thinks about this and then breaks up into a fit of laughter "I'm sorry, that didn't come out quite right."
"Hmm...I'm not sure the chef would appreciate his food being thrown to the dogs, but we can give him a bit--he might like the jhyyal soup if he's into spicy food."
"No, just a simple bit of meat would be good. It's been a while for him. Perhaps if we asked if there was a bone or some left over we could buy for him, they would not mind. Puddles isn't to picky."
Vasha waits for her meal to arive, feeling a bit more at ease than before.
"When the waiter comes back with the drinks, I'll see if they can get something for him," Zythryd replies, petting Puddles's fur softly, "With a face that cute, how can they refuse him?"