Petey turns to look at Walter. In a very slow, methodical manner, he climbs up onto the table and stands infront of the male trainer. After few more moments of direct eye contact, a small paw reaches out and touches Walter on the cheek.

One. Two. Three pats.

Then Petey moves back towards Diana, who's just been watching the whole exchange in a rather bored fashion, and tugs on her bag strap the same way Charlie had been.

She finishes stuffing the rest of the sandwich into her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I've got a toy for you." Diana pulls out a small box of colourful geometric tiles, that Petey immediately takes and starts organizing on the table.

Charlie jumps up and hovers around, chirping with joy when Petey lets him place a piece.

Diana gives Walter a wry smile. "Kids, right?" She says with just the right tinge of sarcasm.