“Hey, front room’s unpacked, at least. Most were your nerd books on slugs, so I was mostly busy alphabetizing them how you like them. You feeling refreshed yet, sleeping beauty?”

“Not really. Can’t take a nap with post-inhaler jitters.”

“Your asthma bugging you?”

“Yeah… Doesn’t help the ragweed out here is brutal!”

“Well, it’s better than Downtown’s pollution, I thought we agreed. Besides, I thought you liked the outdoors? That was your cute little Garden Gnomes shtick when we were kids.”

“I still do, I promise! Moving’s just been rough. Why don’t you sit with me. You must be tired, too.”

“I dunno…”

“C’mon, it’s comfyyyyyy.”

“Heh, the bed is comfy. Scruff’s gonna love it while we’re at work!”

“See, I told you? And it’ll be puppy approved!”

“I’d hardly call him a puppy…”

“Okay, a big puppy.”

“Speaking of puppies, you wanna set up his toys next? Please? If he sees just me, he’ll take them off running!”

“Can we nap first? I’ll let you be the little spoon.”