Iggy knew that bread wasn't necessarily good for dogs, but that a little bit wouldn't hurt, the same as the two slices of cheese on the sandwich weren't exactly nutritionally sound, but wouldn't do Bandit any real harm, especially as he seemed sturdier than most dogs.

Sitting down after only a moment to suss out just where the bench actually was, he wedged the bag with his purchases between his feet. He pulled the bag with the sandwiches out of the top, running his fingers over the wrappers, setting one in his lap and unwrapping the other, setting it on the bench beside him where Bandit could get it, with a warning of: "Don't eat the paper."