[He's finally free. Grant lets out a relieved breath and sits up, dusting off his bag. Which isn't gonna do much about the puppy slobber, but he might as well try.

He smiles weakly at Envy, and definitely takes that as a joke.] Oh, no-- I, uh, lay down myself. I think I figured it'd... help to pin the bag down with my shoulder or something? [Okay, yeah, no, he realizes he did not really think that through. In fairness, he was under some pressure at the time.] Do they do this a lot?