Sometimes, Rems, a man is worth spoiling. As is his dog. Tribble. Pet.

[She snorts a soft laugh and offers over the basket of beignets and brushes past Gambit into the corner, tossing a handkerchief inside.]

Besides. If I keep him well fed he won't go after your new coat. Though I did take some precautions to make him more than a little reluctant to try nibbling on it.