Dog with food bowl“You best start believing in montages, Miss Sparrow. You’re in one!”

…honestly, if I was visiting someone’s apartment and they had a pet, I’m not sure I’d clock where the food bowl was. Unless the pet started eating, and it was messy/cute/loud enough to be notable.

A couple of pleasantly-detailed backgrounds here, balanced by a few “convenient angle where I have to draw as little of the setting as possible.”


Sparrow: I can’t believe Mom got us forty pounds of dog food.

Bianca: I can’t believe your mom didn’t notice Patrick doesn’t have a food bowl . . .

(BEEP)
Sparrow: Good thing they fixed up South Station. We only have to leave, like, two hours early instead of three.

(RUMBLE RUMBLE)

(ROLL ROLL ROLL)

Bianca: You’re okay in here, right?

Patrick: Woof!

Sparrow: I wish we were in an anime or something, so this whole trip could go by in a montage.

Patrick: Hmph.

Bianca: Booked under “Washington.”

One key card for each of us! Use them wisely!

Sparrow: Ahhhh . . .

Patrick: This is a substandard hotel room. Why are you so happy to be here?

(FLUSH)

Sparrow: Because it’s not a bus, plane, or train!