[ Oh, Jim knows he's brought this attention on himself, but he doesn't look even the least bit bothered by it. While he does try to keep his face away from the pup's reach, he doesn't particularly mind that he licks at his hands and fingers, nuzzling the palms eagerly while Jim does his best to keep up with that eagerness, stroking the fur and scratching him behind his ears. ]
A stroke of luck, maybe?
[ Victor seems happy about it, at least. And while Jim never really had an actual pet, he can understand this kind of bond to some degree. ]
Yeah. Thanks.
[ He takes the invitation of sorts with a smile, standing upright again an stepping into the place, looking around with interest once they're both inside. He figures they can just take any table, so he makes his way over to a quieter one by a corner, if nothing else then so Makkachin won't be overly excited about all the other people around them. ]
So what's good around here? [ He's assuming the menu's fairly limited when there's no replicators around. ]
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A stroke of luck, maybe?
[ Victor seems happy about it, at least. And while Jim never really had an actual pet, he can understand this kind of bond to some degree. ]
Yeah. Thanks.
[ He takes the invitation of sorts with a smile, standing upright again an stepping into the place, looking around with interest once they're both inside. He figures they can just take any table, so he makes his way over to a quieter one by a corner, if nothing else then so Makkachin won't be overly excited about all the other people around them. ]
So what's good around here? [ He's assuming the menu's fairly limited when there's no replicators around. ]