Just as Eleanor stepped out, Ethan suddenly crouched down, scooping Biscuit into his arms and grabbing the cloth he had ready on the side to start wiping the dog's face.
"Sis, Biscuit knocked over his food bowl again, now his whole face's a mess. But no worries, I'll clean him up."
Delia looked totally shocked. "No, wait, it's not that—Biscuit was actually..."
"What's up with Biscuit?" Eleanor asked, frowning at Delia's weird expression.
"Eleanor, Biscuit actually is—"
"A heartthrob?" Before Delia could finish, Ethan looked up and asked, "So who's the hottie you're into?"
"What hottie? You're seeing someone?" Eleanor's eyes widened. "Anyway, what were you saying about Biscuit?"
"He knocked over his own bowl. I swear I saw him dive right in headfirst like he was tryin
