( Ugh, cheer is exactly what he deserves. Victor has some sympathy; just not very much. With the utensils successfully handed over, time for introductions! Probably. )

Wow, it's aiming right for the top. ( He motions to Makkachin, who is proceeding to try and lick the hands that pet him, or a face, or just about anything in range with a friendly wag of his tail and his general enthusiasm. )

He's Makkachin. I'm Victor. That is leftover fried rice. Did you want any more water?