The dog man seemed to notice her curiosity pretty quickly, and somehow he understood what she had asked, as she was shown the cookbook. "Huh... Not sure if I've had that before..." she said quietly. After all, she had grown up in a fairly decent family, but they couldn't really afford something so crazy as chicken cordon bleu. She kept watching him, a bit amazed at how good of a cook he seemed to be.<br/><br/>Minutes later, she heard the knock at the door, and her head swiveled towards the noise. She heard her 'owner' bark at whoever it was, and a dark colored dog came in. A Doberman, she assumed from the coloration. The way he near instantly reached out to pet her made her curl back her teeth, like she might assume a dog would. Maybe, she thought, these dogs would know at least that kind of basic body language.<br/><br/>Thankfully, from the sound of the two talking, it seemed like they understood her dislike in petting. She let out a smirk, glad they understood, and started to move out of the way so the two could chat, like she had expected. But the Doberman held out his hand. She stared at it, then up at him questioningly. Was he trying to do a 'Shake' trick? Or was he actually wanting to shake hands? Every so slowly, she reached her own hand out and shook his. It was furry, but it had paw pads on it, like a normal dog. After giving it a decent shake, she arched a brow at him, "Can I go now?"