"See, wine we've got, but I'd go with the red because the white we picked up isn't exactly up to standard," he warns, nodding toward one of the nearby booths where the two bartenders on duty are checking their phones. It's the lemonade booth that seems to be the most popular today, and Coop chalks that up to all the parents who'd brought their kids. It makes no difference to him, but he's glad there isn't a line when they reach the booth.

"And don't worry about Cooper," he tells her, glancing over his shoulder to find that someone has already taken to reaching down to scratch behind his ears. "Someone's going to snatch him up to a great home, it'll be good for him." He pauses, biting at the inside of his cheek as he glances at the bartender and orders a red before looking back at Sylvie. "What about you, were you thinking about adopting?" He doesn't know how long she plans to stick around and figures this is a good enough way of roundabout asking the question. "Because I know this vet, he's really good at what he does, and he's doing free first visits for anyone who adopts today. If you're lucky, you might even get two."