[ The efficiency with which he pours her cup has something to do with relief that she's asked for it, but just as much to do with the dog. He moves her notes to the bench, pinning them in place with his thigh, to pass a ruffling hand over his head and shoulders. Once the cup has been passed into Wysteria's possession he lifts him up to cradle in the crook of his arm, supporting and scratching his chest with the same hand.
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There's cream, but no sugar. Shortage. ]
What's his name?