[Max has followed the rest of the pack up here, still in his dog form (because changing back would make him naked and that doesn't seem like it would help the situation any.) Now that he's here, he's at a loss for what to do. All of this is over his head. But then he spots Ossie with... a full tea table? That's impressive. He's glad he isn't the only one who always thinks of food first in a crisis. He trots over with his tail tucked loosely between his legs.]
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Excuse me, Mr. Wuthridge? May I have some?