"His name is Spots," says the blushing twenty-year-old trotting up behind them with most of a dead pig slung over his shoulder. "Here, Spots, you know you're not supposed to have dessert before dinner."

EEEEEEEEEDADDY. Vill and Imri, you get TOTALLY IGNORED, because about five tentacles are rushing out of the water to grab the pig, and about ten more to snuggle up to Daddy.

Gabriel just laughs, very quiet, very fond, and crouches by the edge of the pond for a moment to reach in and pat Spots on the head.

Delighted burbling noises. Also chomping. Mmm, pig.