Marco got up when he heard the bell chime, joint in his mouth. He realized that he was not in a state to meet customers, and this was probably why his shop was failing. He was about to say they were closed...Until he spotted the cute puppy.

[color=00a651]"Can I pet your dog?"[/color] He asked. The question was answered by hound, as the dog headed for the table. Marco quickly lifted the cake away. [color=00a651]"No. Chocolate kills dogs."[/color] He said to Hound, before putting it on a shelf. He turned to Colin.

[color=00a651]"Go ahead. Have some tea."[/color] He said, slouching down on the chair before taking another hit. [color=00a651]"What do you mean a tail, though? Are a bunch of G-Men going to come busting in?" [/color]He asked. He could use a mechanic or engineer if they had a ship, but he was more worried about the cops coming in while he was discussing illegal activities. [color=00a651]"Why're you being tailed, anyways? Do you not have a dog license?"[/color]