Some of the snow Cailan sprays ends up hitting Percy in the face and it's cold, really cold that he reacts with a surprised shiver before wiping it off quickly with the sleeve of his jacket. A huff of laughter escapes up from his throat then, because not everyday a dog basically gets a snowball to hit the side of his face. That's nothing, though. His own dog has drooled buckets on him before, so this is no biggie, he thinks.
"Looks like." He comments back positively, looking at the dog drop the toy and wait excitedly for it to be thrown again. He'll pick it back up in a moment and throw it, of course. "A map? ... Sure. I would like to see what it looks like if you find one."
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"Looks like." He comments back positively, looking at the dog drop the toy and wait excitedly for it to be thrown again. He'll pick it back up in a moment and throw it, of course. "A map? ... Sure. I would like to see what it looks like if you find one."