"Ahh, yes, that would probably do it. Lily, come on now."

She looks up at the sound of her name, attention entirely focused on Lancelot now as he slides into a chair and reaches out to ruffle at her ears soothingly. Her tail swishes happily as she pins him with the puppy dog eyes instead. Yes, hello, that is her! What is going on? Are they going to go somewhere? Can they play? Can she eat something? His hand disappears into his pocket then a moment later he draws out a small biscuit which she carefully takes from him, settling to lay down beside him and crunch on it.

"Dogs can be more curious than is good for them sometimes, but Lily is a little wary. She's a rescue dog, so she's still deciding how much she can trust people. Which at least means your bag is safe from her nosing it."