[When a Meowth and an Umbreon hide under a couch... they gang up on Rovers. Batting at him from all angles, even. When he hops at one, the other bats at him from behind. Come on owl! They have you now!]

[He laughs a little. Expression briefly lifting, like it had when she walked in.] Okay, good. Meant it that way.

It'd help Rover expend some of his energy. He'd even get stronger. And so would you.