"Maybe! He's not with me at the moment, though," he said. "He's with another friend!"

"I honestly don't know if I can," Galaxian said honestly. "He spends most of his time near that friend now."

"Why?" he asked credulously.

He beamed. "Max does and is all of those!"

"He's a Canis lupus familiaris!"

"A golden retriever," he replied promptly.

"All doggies are," he said with an overenthusiastic nod.

Galaxian never said Max was a puppy, he just said he was a doggie.
A dog could be 80 human years and it'd still be a doggie in Galaxian's eyes, by the way.
Anyways, he thought that opinion over.

Kinda weird time to bring it up, especially if Galaxian didn't have a puppy and wasn't like he was. Possibly offending no matter how much her attitude might've signified otherwise.

"I don't know." Galaxian actually didn't even know when he got Max by now.

(A sassy "Wasn't gonna" echoes somewhere in the non-Forengard background)
Galaxian appeared more bothered than he should've been. He went kind of still and slightly shrugged.

"I didn't have anything planned for today in the first place," Galaxian corrected cheerfully.

It takes Galaxian few hot seconds to remember what "hang out" means.
"Sure! But the sale might take a while," he said with a hint of worry.

Galaxian's really trying to think about how long after 'later' is, so hard that his shoulders are all hunched up. He relaxes them slightly as he says, "I guess I could make another form to stay here in whatever case. How long have you been outside? You probably should go home and take a rest before anything else."

"Oh, just another me," Galaxian said.