[Anton follows him, glad to have someone leading the way. He's never been to a store this big, and it would be hard to navigate with all the dogs flying around. One dips low in front of Anton, dropping a ball in front of him. Realizing what it wants him to do, Anton picks up and throws the ball before going back to following Adam.]

I don't know. Maybe older me knows? I just know that she follows me around and is happy to see me, and people told me I'm usually older here, so I figure she's probably my pet.

[If not...well, she certainly is now.]