"Whose insufferable dog is this?" 

[Your frogs sat atop Henry's head, directing him as he weaves through the crowd.]

[Da Vinci inquires if he still remembers the scent of that key. Henry confidently replies, "I've never forgotten a scent I've encountered. Where's Miss Merlin today? I miss her."]

[Your foodie pats the dog's head, "Silly dog, let's take care of business first. Once done, I'll take you home to Merlin. She's missed you too, always mumbling about wanting to be close to you." Henry nods, eager to focus on the task.]

"~~"

As Ming wipes his face, he sprinkles some water to maintain a teary-eyed look. David, walking beside him, remarks, "That's quite theatrical,  you overdoing it ok?"

Ming shoots a glare, "You have the nerve to call me out? At least my tears look genuine, yours resemble mortar!"

"~~"

David wipes his face, glancing at the mortar-like substance in his hand, ok, "You're right."