"Yeah. Maybe we'll start with one." An armada of corgis might be a bit much to handle when they can't even keep one Gus alive. (That was different though, he hopes. Things will be different now, surely?) Steven will struggle with something that sheds so much and wants his attention all the time, and he can't imagine how stressed out Marc will be on his bad days when the poor little pupper just wants to go out.

"Anyway. You've only managed to kill me twice. Third time's the charm," Steven jokes and snickers. This wasn't what he was expecting when he died. It's actually quite nice. Much nicer than spending the rest of eternity alone in the Duat, anyway, he thinks.

"Shall we go for a walk? Or would you like to stay?" It's a little stuffy inside and there are people he's managed to annoy milling around... but he could put up with it a while longer if Marc wants to stick around.