"Seemed worth it at the time. Still does. Guess I have eleven more months to change my mind."

He shifts Baker to one arm and using the other hand to nudge his face away. He doesn't mind the temperature all that much, and he isn't sure if that's an effect of the Carnival too or not.

"I'm not Pig, you know," he chides the dog, before glancing up at his master. "Speaking of, you should come by and see her sometime. You ride, right?"