Sweeney's two steps in the door before he's crouched to greet Winnie. She makes him smile unabashedly, and he spends a good while scritching ears and scratching scruffs and bellies before he realizes he should also talk to people.

He pushes himself up and crosses to Jon. His smile is less but still genial. After all, Jon's not a dog.

"'ppreciate ya lettin' me come, e'en though I ain't got someone ta bring."

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If there is ever a day when Sweeney doesn't want to spend time with dogs, it's a dark one indeed. Today is certainly not one of them.

He spends most of his time on the grass: sitting, laying, or roughhousing with any and all dogs that enjoy those things. Sure, there are people there, but they are most certainly not the ones he came to socialize with.

Nevertheless, he still manages time for conversation. He doesn't eat or drink that which he didn't bring with him, at least without some form of trade.