Barnabas found himself nodding thoughtfully, though his attention was fixed on the peripheral view he had of Miss Beauregard rather than his new dog. Those eyes of hers were something else and with a delicate, nice nose set directly between them... she really was a vision of beauty.

He allowed himself to meet her gaze again as he addressed her, "Queenie has a nice regal tone to it. I like it. It suits her." Or so Elsie said, and he was going to go with it. If it were up to him, the poor pup would probably be two years old before he even realized that he hadn't named it.

"Alright Miss Beauregard," Barnabas shifted his hold on the pup so that she was tucked safely into the crook of his elbow as he retrieved his cane with the other hand, "I've my dog and we've named her Queenie. Are there any more steps or shall I make it official and purchase her?"