“Yes... I don’t dislike the dorms but uh— they’re pretty noisy sometimes, and people are quite particular with how it’s kept.” So this was a much better arrangement for someone prone to being disorganized and all over the place.

“Oh— Yes, he’s um... fairly recent. Just sort of appeared one day.” Pretzel took to her quite well, tail wiggling rapidly when she scratched behind his ear. He was a good little wrinkly dog, if a little prone to chewing things he shouldn’t. Llewellyn had yet to perfect training that out of the dog, so shoes either stayed on your feet or were put higher than the short animal could reach.

“He’s good company though. His name’s Pretzel, he usually responds to it now.” Listen, he’s never had to name something before and he’s still a little awkwardly embarrassed by some of the reactions to the name.

The detective raised a brow at that for a moment, before he pulled half his current little pile of papers out from other the top ones and offered it up to his friend. “Most of them have been so far, I confess that crime here has been very minimal. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course, probably for the best... But! I still haven’t gotten through them all yet. Maybe if something mm... grabs you, we can have a look at that?”