[ Jyushimatsu shrugs, looking just as clueless as Ichimatsu is, except he's still dorkily grinning. ]

He looks like a dog, so let's just go with that! Does it matter? I love him anyway!

[ Belatedly enough, Strike One turns up his muzzle to sniff at Ichimatsu's palm. Jyushimatsu nods at the suggestion. ]

Yay! Is it your garden? You're not yet planting weed there, are you?

[ He knows about big bro's weed selling days!!! ]