[Stating the obvious: There is a giant polar bear dog creature sniffing at Lydia, who in turn smells like strawberries, but more pervasive undoubtedly is the smell of her salmon. Let's get back to the important part: Giant. Polar bear. Dog.]

Hey!

[Depending on how close Naga gets, Lydia will gently shove the polar bear dog's nose a little away from her in a chiding motion - Prada in comparison is way, way more tiny, but even if Naga's enormous that's no reason to treat her harshly.]

Rude much? [This city, man. A month ago Lydia would have probably screamed. Now she's just like, polar bear dog? Okay.]

I'll share, but you need to behave. I remember you romping around at Chekov's party. You want to sit? Sit. [Lydia points to the ground next to her bench.] Sit, and then you get the treat.