Cousland grins despite herself - being an unashamed red-blooded Fereldan dog lord, it's always a pleasure to see someone charmed by a mabari for the first time. There's something about having the texture of soft fur under your fingers and a warm weight at your side that's strangely therapeutic. Pupper therapy, you know?

"Point made. I suppose it would be rude to leave this nasty little surprise lurking in a closet somewhere, wouldn't it?"

It's a shame, really... she'd been planning to just chuck it out in the snow tomorrow morning to freeze solid, then come back with a suitably sturdy pipe or board. One good smack and it'd be all over.
The chair she sits in gives one wheezy groan of protest as she leans forward, pushing herself up in one not-quite-as-smooth-as-usual motion.

"Best figure out where to leave the smelly bits. Preferably the furthest end away from wherever I'm sleeping."