[Pushing herself up, Angela takes the plate and rinses it off just as requested. The longer she spends around Dog!Cinna, the easier it is to parse his charades messages.

Absently drying her hands on her sweatpants, Angela glances down at him, looking a little lost.]

So, what do we do now? Usually, I would walk Biscuit right now, but since you're not actually a dog and we already cleared that issue up...

[ooc: True, true. Either way, doesn't matter lol]