Mm. Gotta find you some dog drugs too - you need to have a good time too.

[Not that he's going to ask for any, not from Kavinsky, but - well. Maybe there's dognip somewhere in the world? What's the closest thing to a good time for a dog? Beef jerky? Tate leans back against Derek's legs, feeling kind of reminiscent of the times when he was younger and Constance would do this on their back porch. And when Nora would take over in the basement, when his mother became too drunk to keep up.]

Trisk's a lot happier now that you're back. She was sad for a while. Lost, y'know?