[...glances at the open can of orange soda in his pawlm.

Considers it.

Decides.]

Screw it.

[And then he just. Downs the whole thing in one go. Three big gulps before the can is empty and gets crushed against his forehead.]

King Milton, father of six or seven, only three of which are also dogs, hater of celestial beings, and a shapeshifter. If you need to talk to anyone about having to squish people, I know a therapy dog that's been dealing with this kind of stuff.

[Mungo may or may not be worried about the number of patients sent his way because of King, but he has yet to tell him to stop, so he's not about to.]