"You okay in there, bro?" Major shouts in reply, hearing the loud thud on the ground. He thinks to get up and check on his friend, but .. well .. there's a puppy. In his arms. Whining and licking and nuzzling. Sorry, Ravi - you're going to have to get used to taking a back seat to this furball for a while. Maybe forever. At least in minor (haha) incidents like this.

He glances over his shoulder, having set the puppy on the exact spot they always say to keep clean - the table - at the approach of Ravi's footsteps.

"Oh man, if we somehow break all laws of science and have a kid, I hope to hell he has your amazing hair. I mean, mine's okay, but yours! Yours is a gift from the gods!" he says, scratching the puppy behind the ear. But the tone of Ravi's voice pulls Major away from the cute softness of the puppy immediately, and he hesitates at seeing the expression that washes over his friend's face. He knows exactly where his mind's gone, the topic of conversation that he's trying hard to avoid. The corner of his lips twitches into a half-smile before he showers the puppy in affection again. It's a good distraction.

"Oh, ha-ha. No. It seems the Box Gods have heard my attempts at praising Zeus and Poseidon and seen fit to give us this lil' guy."