[ That pulls a smile right out of him. A relatively subdued one, for the circumstances, but nonetheless: he repeats, ]

Tabouret, [ and lowers both his head and his voice to address the little creature in question. ] Pouvons-nous t'utiliser pour atteindre les étagères hautes, mon garçon? Ouais? C’est ça.

[ He's due another dog, but it would be bad form to follow up his apology by stealing Wysteria's, probably. He keeps his head down to admire Tab's merry eyes and black button of a nose, but his voice lifts up to Wysteria again. ]

May I keep your notes?