[And judging by the lopsided smile that accompanies the dwarf's eye roll, he accepts the needling in the spirit that it is intended.] Yeah, well, the last time I had a pet, I was about yea tall--[he indicates being perhaps half the height he is now, which is already not much to speak of,]--and it ended up dinner for the squatters in the hovel behind mine. Didn't get the chance to name it.

[man that got dark. He scratches the back of his head.] ...anyway, you got any ideas, or did you just show up to make me look bad?