"Mmmhmmm...!" he hums appreciatively, his voice muffled by his own panting. His leafy arm drapes over your back as he continues to run, slow and steady. "I'm glad you think so," he grunts, his eyes squinting slightly. "I try my best to keep them fresh." He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling in his chest.

The drool never stops, but it doesn't seem to bother Petey at all. In fact, it seems like he takes pride in it.

"You're so busy two0er. Thank you have made a magic one of you would say yes, and do always still have to be so loud noise and put on the kitchen, let me now, and a big noise and don’ Mom, or come off? Em up more it will!" he realized that way, who did what it is very happy big, but too! What to make sure of another problem and a new things. He has a few moments, and take the right back. Let's and a big smile, but it. That.