[Florian looks totally bewildered, and a bit uncomfortable. Tarvek laughs.]

No, he won't get that. But this?

[He chuckles and begins stamping his feet, rhythmically.]

Dance, Florian. Dance!

[The mimmoth's eyes light up with understanding, and he squeals and begins to "dance," stamping all four feet and flapping his ears. He's almost prancing.]

Good boy!

[Tarvek squats easily, and hugs the little goof.]

There. Did that do what you need?

[He lets go of his pet so that Ilsa can check the harness.]