This certainly isn't how Sam expected to be spending his afternoon, but it definitely isn't a prospect he can object to, either. He's always had a fondness for rescue animals, has for a long time thought that he's probably closer to Marvin than he is to most people, so he'd have been glad to offer any input anyway. Making sure Jordan will mesh with whatever dog Greta's chosen is even less of a chore, slightly surprising in its thoughtfulness but entirely sensible, too. They do spend a fair amount of time together, and it isn't infrequently that Jordan goes over to Greta's. To have to worry about the two of them, dog and toddler, not getting along would be undoubtedly inconvenient. It's really the only way he's managed to talk himself out of adopting any more animals himself. He'd want to bring her, and she'd want all of them, and then there would be Marvin to consider, too, and how well he and another dog would do around each other. For him, it might be too much trouble — or, at least, he tells himself that — but in this instance, it's easy, especially if she already has one in mind.

By the time they reach the shelter, Jordan is what Sam would classify as a little too excited, though he's already told her, more than once, that they're not bringing home another dog for themselves. Still, once they're through the door, she tugs him forward, Sam keeping her hand in his so she doesn't get too far ahead of herself, calling out for Greta as soon as she catches sight of her.

Sam just laughs, a little helpless. "As soon as I told her 'dog,' this started," he says. "Here's hoping that won't make any difference." After pausing a beat, and offering a smile to Greta's friend as well, he adds belatedly, "Hi."