Waffles seems pleased when Victor acknowledges him, resuming his pawing at the air hop dance for a few more minutes before the activity exhausts him and he goes back to flop on his side out of the way of feet. He regards the wolf sideways from his spot on the floor, tail thumping enthusiastically to the beat. He opens his mouth to make ridiculous growl-whine noises a few times, his paw waving over his face in her direction, and then just rolls onto his back pawing at the air.

David just shakes his head at the wayward canine and continues to dance, saying nothing to interfere. In his mind Waffles isn't something he can control any more than the rest of his magic, so he just lets the dog be a dog when he wants to be. After a while, when David starts to feel it in his legs and chest, he drops down into a seat with a smile on his face. He leans across the table to fetch his abandoned mug and takes a drink before looking for Victor.

"Seems like this holiday is one for high spirits." He never had the chance to celebrate it before his death, between the isolation of his childhood and the restraint of his teen to adult years, locked away in a temple. It's one he would have greatly enjoyed, he decides. Rather than regret, though, he's just pleased to have the chance to celebrate it now.

"Even the birds seem caught up in the spirit of it." Their aerial dances had caught his eye and held his attention until he couldn't find them to watch any longer.