Eames laughs and looks down at Boxer, giving him a gentle scratch under the chin to get his attention, "what do you think, hm? Is she right?"

Boxer, who recognises the tone as a question, but none of the words, cocks his head at Eames and trots off through the kitchen. He'll come bounding back in a minute or so with a toy, but for now he's just sort of... wandered off.