Bobbi deserves pets. It's a simple equation that's at the heart of her furry little existence. A spaceship full of new and exciting sniffs will be a wonder and a delight. Later. After pets. But right now there are pets to be had and she's on her best behavior. Look at her, sitting down like a good girl, tail thumping the ramp to announce her pleasure with the situation.

"A drink would be nice, thanks." She'll also take that as an invitation to sit, and does so so that Bobbi's between them. The better to pet her. There's just enough puppy to go around. "Sometimes doing things well is more important than doing them quickly. And that'll give you more time with that pretty blond you were so friendly with at the bonfire."

Yes, she noticed; no, she's not upset. Quite the opposite.