Sarge and Molly both adore Peeta, and Daine doesn't think it would take much coaxing for her to convince one of them to stay with him for a bit - especially if she explained why. But if Peeta doesn't like the idea, she doesn't want to push it. Neither dog is a burden to her, and it'd hurt their feelings if they thought she wanted to see less of them.

More to the point, a new dog for Peeta would mean another stray off the streets. She certainly can't argue against that. In fact, she lights up at the thought, her mind already thinking of some of the dogs she knows who might do well with him.

"I'm sure we could find you someone," she says, an irrepressible smile tugging at her lips as she gives the tennis ball a gentler bounce. Molly's starting to lose a little steam. "We could go have a look as early as tomorrow - or, well, today - if you like."

Molly returns with the tennis ball, then flops to the floor and lets it rest between her paws. Daine crouches down to pet her, silently consulting with the dogs for a few moments as she does so. Then, she looks up at Peeta. "Sarge can stay with you tonight, too. He doesn't mind." The dog in question looks up at Peeta, tail wagging broadly. "He says there'd be more space on your bed," Daine adds with a wry smile, "though you don't have to let him up there. He'd do just as well on the floor."