"Good. Then maybe you haven't inherited all of my clumsiness. There are reasons why I don't know how to do some things still after all these years."

Buster jumped up on the chair and pawed at Sam and he scritched the dog behind his ears.

"Buster apparently misses you two. Though I think I've turned him into a couch potato. He insists that we watch certain shows or else he'll whine."

He paused a moment. "You guys planning on coming back soon?"