[--there's a precious collie mix puppy on screen, positioned on the floor in front of the fridge in the Cafe part of Tarrant's shop--he's barking; he's barking a lot at the closed chrome door]

Gawain--!

[he finally comes into view, carrying a few bottles of fresh cream; he sighs down at the puppy] Honestly, Gawain, what a racket! What could possibly ( Read more... )