[ Jim follows the voice, unable to hide a chuckle at the sight. It's so domestic, Jim would be entirely endeared if the whole scene didn't painfully remind him of why he came here.
He reaches out and takes the bowl. ] There, [ He points a finger at Thor. ] Thor, sit.
[ Albeit reluctantly, the dog obeys, still whining and wagging his leg across the floor. Jim looks at Alice. ]
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He reaches out and takes the bowl. ] There, [ He points a finger at Thor. ] Thor, sit.
[ Albeit reluctantly, the dog obeys, still whining and wagging his leg across the floor. Jim looks at Alice. ]
Okay, where do I put this?