Sounds beautiful. [Molly takes the offered seat, sitting sideways with his elbow resting on the back of the couch, legs tucked up. He seems the sort to make himself comfortable anywhere, but he also seems particularly interested in Eames as he leans forward slightly to listen.]

I have a friend who collects flowers. The look on her face if I brought back one that glowed... [He grins, just imagining Yasha's usually neutral expression lighting up. It's worth whatever silly thing he had to do to earn it every time.]

[Molly is more focused on Eames, but he does notice once the dog hits the carpet that there's another moving thing in the room. It's a little startling, but once he sees what it is he laughs. What a disgusting, slobbery thing that's been deposited in between them.]

I suppose that's a hint, hm? Alright-- [Molly grabs the toy quickly and pitches it in a nice arc towards the other end of the room. He's dealt with dogs before. Not too often, but enough to know that the friendly ones love fetching.]

Is he a typical dog or more kin to you? [He does travel with a wizard who has a fae cat, it's not too odd a question.]