...oh. (augh.)

"...nevermind, sorry," she mumbles.

"Mm."

"Pass me my quiche?" He slightly loosens his octopus impression as he speaks. 

Reve can do that, yeah. Here's a quiche. And a snuggly blue girl.

He helps her tuck herself back where she was, mostly. Sans a hand holding his quiche.

"Thanks," he says, and for more than just the food. He then starts eating it before his stomach can complain again. 

He's not sure if he likes being able to be hungry better or worse. At least there's something with eggplant available here. 

"Of course." Mildly pensive guiding snuggles.

"...I can go grab us both some more food, if you'd like?" 

-she is slightly squished for a moment, before he catches himself and loosens his grip. 

"I can text Robin," he says swiftly, rather than acknowledging anything that may have just happened. 

Eep!

"Oh, uh, that works too," she adds lamely.

They have to shuffle around a bit so he can access his pocket. She can see his screen - the lockscreen is a picture of a pug and a bulldog flopped on a wooden deck - before he shifts again so he can use both thumbs to type. 

"-you want anything? They restocked the meat-free tacos, apparently." 

cute... "I'm good on food, but I'd take a root beer, if that's ok?" There's a table of the cute little 8 ounce cans out there, but Reve hadn't wanted to hold a drink and her food, since that would have meant zero hands free for the ritual exchanging of business cards and esper compatibility testing. (You need more than zero hands to do either of those things, as Reve learned ather first mixer. And again at her third.)

He will add that to the list, then, to Robin's mild consternation. 

"Door isn't locked, is it?" 

Headshake.

(People will sometimes assume that you're up for more than you actually are, if you lock the door after getting them alone in a room for guiding, after all.)

(...speaking of guiding... mmmmm...)

Cozy guiding snuggles continue to be very soothing, yeah. She's still working through his backlash, and probably won't be done by the time the evening is over, but she's reduced it enough the effects are very obvious by now.  

Would she like to see pictures of his dogs while they wait? Since he has his phone out and open anyway? He will pull up his gallery to one as a silent offer. It's the pug again, looking deeply unimpressed in a soft, dog-sized DRT helmet and vest. 

"Cute! What's their name?" Nuzzle. 

"This one is Paws. He's twelve, I got him as a puppy when I was a kid."

There is a short series of pictures of Paws in the DRT getup, before the gallery moves on to something else. He looks pretty unimpressed in all of them. The second last image is an action shot of him shaking his whole body, and in the last the helmet is on the floor beside him instead of on his head. 

"He'll only let me put things on his head for a little while, but he likes vests." 

Reve squees and coos appropriately at the very cute dog photos. (Caine, arms around her, feels her small body move as she makes her noises.) 

Hm. That's... Inconvenient. (It's never been inconvenient before-) 

He is a whole ass adult who can ignore his body being inconvenient. It's not particularly obvious to not-him people when he's dressed, luckily. He shifts a little, and focuses on the puppy pictures. 

Pictures of the bulldog on his lockscreen ("his name is Bull, he's the nicest of my pups, he'll tolerate anything"), acting as a backrest for Robin, covered in several smaller dogs including Paws, wearing a set of horns and a nose ring with great patience. 

Reve, blissfully unaware of any inconvenience she might be causing, is an excellent participant in the "check out my pet photos" social ritual. She giggles at all the funny outfits they're in. "So many buppers! Do they all get along okay?" 

"Pretty much, yeah. Paws is a little more standoffish than the rest, and Syrup likes his alone time, but yeah." 

Syrup: the small brown dog with the cream muzzle. Caine points him out in one of the group photos. 

There's also Cookie, who looks more beagle than anything else but is definitely a mutt; Yūrei, a red and white greyhound who is clearly recovering from some kind of injury, from the bandages and cone he's wearing; and Singer, a small grey puppy still growing into his paws. 

Six dogs?? How does he have any free time... 

It seems most of his free time is in fact spent on his dogs! 

There's a knock on the door as Caine is showing off a short video of attempts to train Singer to sit.

A muffled voice calls through the door, "Delivery!" 

(Video Caine keeps pausing to scritch the puppy, so not a lot of progress is being made.)

Reve looks up at Caine. (She could prooobably wriggle out of his arms to go get their doordash retrieve food from Robin, but she doesn't want to startle him and maybe he has other ideas about how this should go?)

"The door's unlocked," is his other idea. 

"My hands are full!"