[quicksilver wastes no time scooping the pup up into his arms and leaping out of the truck once they've gotten home, doing his best to keep his (possibly literal) vibrating under control.

he follows close behind logan, peers around the taller man, making sure no one else is going to see their newly gained little bundle. once he deems it safe enough, peter darts around him and makes a beeline toward the fridge.]

Sure do! Do we have any eggs? [asked as he's scanning the refrigerator trays, of course.] They'd be soft enough for him to eat and they're safe for dogs.

Unless you can pull puppy food from thin air?