Bashful is a great look on him. Abby grins in response, glances down, and finds the puppy trailing them at a lazy distance: he's called back, for a second time, to her heel. He got into something back there while she was distracted... his paws and legs are all muddy. His face is too, from where he obviously shoved his nose into the smell. Damnit.

"Wags," she protests, but he only grins at his own name. Dogs.

To Loki, "What makes you think that? You're a catch."