[Oh no Astarion your nougaty center is showing]

Or maybe they had to take out the dog to get to the real target.

[She puts her finger under the picture of Pickles. She hadn't spent a ton of time with him. She's not a critter girl, but he was a comfort nonetheless. Something about a ball of fur being around made you ease up.]

Possession, maybe? Boothill had been completely out of his mind.

[as tempting as the swamp prizes were...]