"R-right." Maybe he should cut down on the sweets. He's a year older and all, and it probably wouldn't be too long before his metabolism would start slowing down. Ugh...

He shoved down the rest of his crepe and pitched the wrapper into a bin. He had his protein and sugar! He was ready for anything!

"Anyway, how 'bout games? Maybe I'll win ya a bear or-" He looked. Brightened.

"That ridiculously cute dog!" Look at him. Look at him. All soft and fluffy and gigantic in plush form. All he needed to do was win that game.

He was gonna win that goddamn doggo.