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Wesley nodded, a bit unsure of why a bulldog sounded nice, but said nothing on the subject. "I've always been pretty fond of uhh.. dogs, really. And always saw myself with a larger dog but.. there's something about the bulldog that well.. caught my attention, I suppose." Shrug. He had no clue what that was. The man nodded again. "Yeah, i've been working with him since i got him. So, he's potty trained." the man chuckled. Of course the dog knew more things than just that, but that was the most difficult part.
The assistant chuckled. "Of course. I wouldn't imagine a day at a book store to be um.. any other way." Smirk. A book store. Who knew things could go the way they did?
Twisting and turning the pouch around his hand and between his fingers fondly, the man inspected it a bit uncertainly. He had never thought the girl would remember him and the discussion about the pouch, let alone actually get one for him. It was just.. so unexpected. He nodded once again. "I do. She was err.. one of the very few students that i actually had a uhh.. conversation with." She was a very sweet girl and obviously Wesley needed to find a way to repay her. Had he known the price of the object, he'd pay her back. But he didn't, so that was out.
His brown eyes lifted back up from the pouch to meet Brett's when he spoke again. "I.. I suppose so. But there's only uh.. one way to find out, right?" Not only as it supposed to do that, but he remembered the girl say it could stretch it's opening to fit whatever he wanted. Although.. he wasn't quite sure if the weight would be as much as the objects inside. Soon, he'd figure that out for himself.
"That's usually how it works out." He commented in an off-handed way. That's usually how many things worked out. You were looking for something or were fond of something in particular, but something else just drew you in. "That's always a plus." He remarked in regard to the potty training comment. "Maybe you should bring him by the shop sometime..." His voice trailed off as images of ruined books came to his head. Or maybe not. "Erm..that is if he's well enough behaved."
Brett eyed the pouch curiously as Wesley turned it over in his hands. He had known it was a student, but didn't know the back-story. Interesting. "Very cool how she remembered your conversation...how'd you get to talking about this pouch in the first place?" After all, it wasn't as though magic pouches came up in everyday conversation.
He nodded in agreement as Wes mentioned having to try out the pouch to test its limitations. "Agreed. Want to try to place something in their from this room?" He asked. He had to admit that he was curious if the object really did as the young girl had claimed. He always was a see and believe kind of person; just like he hadn't believed that he was a wizard when he first received his letter.