Arty saw the rustling in the crowd and automatically assumed that yet another groan inducing moment was on its way to add to the other embarrassing situations that filled Arty's night. Much to the red head's surprise, and relief, it was Ryva and her fateful hound Moose. He let out a chuckle as Ryva barked, she may have been better at doing that than Moose was, at the crowd that had swarmed him. Arty always liked the Ryva, she reminded him so much of his own mum and sisters with all the fire she had in her. That and he couldn't help but think of home whenever she spoke, he had been wanting to take a trip home for a while now and hearing Ryva's voice only reinforced that. Arty gave the girl a grin before patting her on the shoulder. [color=00a651][b]"Ay good to see yo' again too lass. Hope life 'as been treatin' you right."[/b][/color] He said in his usual jolly tone. He then bent down on one knee so he was on level with Moose. [color=00a651][b]"It is good too see yo' too boyo! I still 'ave to get yo' that steak don't I? I promise next time I will get it to yo'."[/b][/color] He said as he scratched behind the dogs ear. After a moment Arty stood back up and looked back to Ryva, his grin never breaking. [color=00a651][b]"Bah don't worry bout it lass, I've been through far worse. Just good to see yo' 'aven't forgotten bout lil ol' Arty."[/b][/color] He said kiddingly with a warm chuckle.