"Zatknis'! [Shut up!]," I chuckled, going on to my next sandwich and taking a bite, "You really are a supernatural weirdo, aren't you Rover?" I teased, jabbing at him as I finally noticed his attire. From what I could see he was wearing a brown, rather old looking forest ranger shirt and cargo pants; ready to go out there and hunt down some mountain lions in a national park or something.
Alright maybe not, but still...
"And my not liking jam finalised that for you?"
"Well, I guess some other things paid some minor tributes." I smiled, finishing off my sandwich and going for the last three. He joined in my chuckling, before we both fell into silence and something dawned on me. I had no idea what type of sandwich Rover liked... Or food in general, for that matter. Or colour, or weather or
