He'd just been starting to think along these lines, and he glances around for one, hoping to find one suitable. Luckily there's a good-sized stick, one that looks like it would hold up in Nell's jaw to get sufficient playing time in. He picks it up and hands it to Watson, since Watson asked for it, and calls Nell over to them.

Happy to hear her name, her ears perk up first, and then she runs over to them, happily wagging her tail behind them. They have been cooped up for too long, clearly, and Nell is rather happy to have both of her people out with her.

"I'm sure she would be happy for a chance of picnics too," he says, smirking faintly.