Wash is headed back to the boats at the shoreline when the Dog crosses his path -- oh no. Oh no, he's fallen for this what, like. Four times now? Where it wasn't a pet, it was a Hadrielite. Or whatever the people trapped here call themselves. A wolf, a cat, a sheep, he just keeps falling for it, except... well sometimes it is a pet.
...this dog sure is acting like a dog, but then Tucker did at first too, but on the other hand he knew Wash personally and was trying to prank him, but this person might too...
No, he's just too fucking paranoid. It's a dog. A hungry dog that smells the bakery treats.
"Hey uh--" a quick check, because even if a dog can't understand what he's calling it he wants to be accurate, "hey girl. I don't know if much of this is good for dogs, sorry."
He does make an effort to peek into the box for her, though, because sometimes Del does put in rolls and bread should be fine-- oh, there are this time, excellent.
"You're in luck." Wash snags one through the tilted lid and squats, setting the box down and tearing pieces off the roll to offer to the Dog. He tosses the first one to see if she can catch it.
we will get to puppy pettings!
...this dog sure is acting like a dog, but then Tucker did at first too, but on the other hand he knew Wash personally and was trying to prank him, but this person might too...
No, he's just too fucking paranoid. It's a dog. A hungry dog that smells the bakery treats.
"Hey uh--" a quick check, because even if a dog can't understand what he's calling it he wants to be accurate, "hey girl. I don't know if much of this is good for dogs, sorry."
He does make an effort to peek into the box for her, though, because sometimes Del does put in rolls and bread should be fine-- oh, there are this time, excellent.
"You're in luck." Wash snags one through the tilted lid and squats, setting the box down and tearing pieces off the roll to offer to the Dog. He tosses the first one to see if she can catch it.