"I don't think that it's all that far-fetched to believe that she did," Faolan replies. "You have a special connection with her. You've had her for a while now, yeah? I've seen your photos," he points out, giving the other man a look. Honestly she might as well be the other man's child, for how proud he is of her. "Of course she understood enough to behave herself when you needed her to."

He shrugs slightly, continuing their walk and turning the pair of them down a side street as he does. "Of course, that doesn't mean that you couldn't spoil her a little. To make up for lost time, as you say. Have you ever tried baking for her? I know that there are dog-friendly recipes out there somewhere..." Maybe that would make a good gift, actually. Faolan makes a note to go looking sometime. A book of healthy recipes for dogs. He's sure that Lancelot would love it.