[Carlisle frowns, but then mimics Miriam and gives the little guy in his arms a scratch behind the ears. The creature responds enthusiastically, pressing against his hand for more. It's a surprising reaction, if the way Carlisle's brow rises and a nervous smile tugs at his mouth are indications.]
He does, doesn't he?
[He steps aside, making room for Miriam and Barnaby to come into the house. He might not have the smell of alcohol on him today, but there are plenty of bottles of wine and spirits sitting in plain sight. He should probably clean those up.]
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He does, doesn't he?
[He steps aside, making room for Miriam and Barnaby to come into the house. He might not have the smell of alcohol on him today, but there are plenty of bottles of wine and spirits sitting in plain sight. He should probably clean those up.]