Pickles: Woof .... woof … <Remote ... Cup ...>
Pickles: Woof woof woof! <There is a smell left on the cup! She is also an arcanist, and she's still around.>
He places the cup next to Charlton and then runs towards a quiet corner.
Passerby: Ahh! Puppy ran away. What's he gonna do?
Ms. Acey: coughs Feeling sick. Disgusting. Almost crying.
Melania: Sor-Sorry, Ms. Acey. It was me who asked you to swallow too much weird stuff, ugh, even including me.
Melania: I swear, when it's all over, I will take you to a professional leather care store for proper treatment!
Melania: But now, we have to get out of here as soon as possible.
Ms. Acey: Are you finished?
Melania: Of course. Iverson looks as if he's just swallowed a whole slug slime. Eventually, he's lost to the arcanist's imagination.
Melania: Those journalists who are not in the plan would definitely not miss the big news.
Melania: It's all a mess here, and we are going to leave with ease now—
Melania: Unnoticed.
Pickles: Wooooof!
Melania: Hmm? What's coming?
Ms. Acey: Our kind of creature.
Melania: I can't believe someone has found me. Am I exposed?
Pickles: Woof woof woof … <No offense, lady, you may have brought the wrong thing with you ...>
Melania: Shh ... Wait, wait! Stop barking. Let's not get the others' attention!
Pickles: Woof woof woof!
Pickles lowers his voice and keeps saying something.
Ms. Acey: An anxious but friendly puppy.
Melania: Huuhh, all right, puppy. Let's make a deal.
"Doggie": The puppy wants to get rid of the current situation.
Melania: You wanna get out of here?
Melania: It's not part of the plan, but I can take you for a ride.
Pickles: Woof woof … <Leave? No ...>
Pickles: Woof!
"Doggie": The puppy is asking for your opinion.
Melania: What do you want?
Melania: This? The pigment to make you invisible in a second. No one will see you, including your puppy friends.
Pickles: ...
Melania: Or, this? Breeze Glider. When you open your arms, or, um, your front legs, all it takes is a little breeze, and the flying membrane will get you anywhere.
Pickles: ...
Pickles: Wooooof. <Sounds like some tailor-made tools for my aspiration ...>
Pickles: Woof … <But ...>
Melania: Or, say, are you going to give everyone a surprise, too?
Melania: Shock Alarm. It will wake up all the sleepyheads, keeping everyone wide awake. Ummm, it's often used to deal with those heavy-headed security guards.
The approaching footsteps interrupt their "communication."
Passerby: Where is that puppy? I think it just came this way.
Passerby: A dog retrieved the cup! Mind-blowing news! He will be the star!
Melania: It sounds weird.
Melania: You have to make your choice, smart puppy.
Those weird tools are displayed in front of Pickles. This is definitely an exceptional decision.
Melania: Cheers, pup.
Pickles: …
With the noisy ring in the hall, the story of a hero puppy eventually catches everyone's attention.
