Sally nodded sincerely as he talked. That was a rather sweet thing of him to do, go after a spell for love. It was rather romantic, if you asked her. “That’s sweet.” She paused awkwardly for a moment before adding, “not that I think it’s sweet she might be cursed. I mean, it’s sweet he’s going through all this trouble for her.”
At the simultaneous puppy attack, Sally couldn’t contain her laughter. Looking at Roger, covered similarly in a crowds of little dalmatian pups, she started laughing harder. She’d never been around this many dogs before and she’d certainly never had so many take such a liking to her. “They’re so lovely, how old are they?” She managed to query in between bouts of laughter.
"Oh of course!" Roger fended off the dogs with skill from so much practice. "He’s a kind soul, Bert is…" He nodded, wading through dalmations to lift a couple puppies off of Sally. "Ah… they’re getting to be six months fairly soon, though we think they’re different ages. Some aren’t as big as the others. We did try finding the owners of other litters, but so far, no one had reported stolen puppies. It’s all rather queer, as one would think if one litter was stolen, the rest would be…" He frowned a little, his expression darkening at the memory of long nights searching for the pilfered pups of Perdita’s original litter.
Sally smiled in gratitude as she was saved from some of the squirming mass of puppies. The smile dropped at the mention of the puppies being stolen. “That’s simply dreadful! Who would do such a thing to these beautiful little creatures?” She stroked a puppy under the chin as she asked, her face a mixture of concern and confusion.
"It is dreadful. A very evil woman named Cruella Deville… " Roger shook his head, not really sure himself how anyone could do or plan the things Cruella had. He hardly wanted to even go into that much detail, especially since Sally, in spite of coming from a land of Halloween, was so gentle and sweet. It seemed that even real living ‘monsters’ would be horrified by the things normal, yet wicked people did for their own selfish means… If that were the case, he’d be much less worried about Bert wandering around those places. Sensing their concern, Perdita whined and nudged at his hand. He stroked her head with a smile, "Oh dear, I didn’t mean to upset you!" He shot Sally an apologetic look, "The important thing is, they’re all safe now. I’m sorry to have even brought it up! What’s passed has passed, after all!" Pongo barked, wagging his tail as he nosed at the clock. His faithful hound was, as always, more mindful of the time than his master. It was much later than Roger had thought, and he realized a good deal of the puppies had curled up to doze in the corners of the room. "Oh my, I suppose it IS past everyone’s bedtime, Pongo…"