Oh. There's a dog in the kitchen today. Vanadi blinks, and of course his first thought his: his family would never have tolerated such an unsanitary thing. And so it follows that his next thought is that of determined fondness, and he warms his smile as he moves into the room.

"What's your dog's name?" he asks, because it sounds like the sort of thing one asks when nearly accosted by a hound.