Sea, satisfied that his grand entrance had been acknowledged, let out a soft woof and curled up at Orion's feet, his head resting on his paws. The guests, still unsure whether to be impressed or deeply confused, eventually resumed their conversations—though several couldn't help but sneak glances at the neon sign, as if expecting it to reveal further secrets.

Regulus, smirking behind his glass, took a sip of his drink, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The unexpected arrival of Sea had added an unspoken layer of hilarity to an already lively evening.

And if the guests still couldn't quite understand Orion's choice in service dog accessories—well, that was their problem.

The table chatter quieted as all eyes turned to Orion, who was casually patting Sea like it was no big deal that his dog had just strutted in wearing a glowing harness with a cryptic message. With a few well-placed taps and strokes, Orion apparently activated some secret doggy command system, because Sea stood up, gave a regal flick of his tail, and sauntered out like he had an urgent appointment elsewhere.

Sirius, barely holding back laughter, leaned over to whisper, "He's fetching Dad's notebook. They're trained for stuff like that. Morse code commands."

Regulus added with a smirk, "It's like James Bond, but fluffier."

Abraxas arched an eyebrow. "Morse code? Secret dog commands? Are we absolutely certain this isn't just an elaborate prank?"

"Nope," Sirius replied cheerfully. "One hundred percent real. Dad's dogs are the real deal. I even help train them—though I add a few extra tricks to keep things interesting."

"Interesting?" Regulus said dryly. "You taught Cainis to fake sneeze for treats."

"And it works," Sirius shot back, looking far too pleased with himself.

Abraxas, still trying to process all this, turned to Orion. "How… and why? Where does one even acquire dogs trained in Morse code?"

Orion, as unbothered as ever, took a slow sip of his drink before answering. "Kangals. Brilliant breed. Loyal, intelligent, and terrifying when necessary. Perfect combination. I acquired them through a specialized organization. The Morse code training? Advanced command work. Discreet, efficient, and ensures no one overhears my requests." He glanced meaningfully at the more inquisitive guests. "Especially nosy dinner companions."

Abraxas spluttered slightly, caught off guard, while Lucius tried (and failed) to hide his amusement behind his wine glass.

Right on cue, Sea reappeared, a leather notebook clamped delicately in his mouth, presenting it with the air of someone delivering the crown jewels. He dropped it at Orion's feet, then sat back, looking immensely pleased with himself.

"Impressive," James muttered, leaning toward Sirius. "Does he also fetch drinks?"

"Working on it," Sirius quipped. "Reg is teaching him how to pour them first."

Orion, entirely ignoring the commentary, flipped open the notebook to reveal pages of meticulous notes and diagrams. "This tracks their training schedules, task progress, and behavioral assessments. Essential for performance monitoring."

Charlus raised a hand like he was in school. "Wait—so these dogs not only respond to Morse code, but they also have performance reviews? Are they getting promoted next week?"

Dorea smirked. "Careful, Charlus. At this rate, they'll be running the Ministry before you do."

Meanwhile, Walburga, having watched this entire spectacle unfold with a mixture of exasperation and resignation, finally spoke. "Orion," she said sharply, "must you always turn everything into a production?"

Orion shrugged. "If it entertains and gets the job done, why not?"

Sirius clapped a hand to his chest, faux-reverential. "That's the Black family motto right there."

Laughter rippled through the room as Cainis, not to be outdone by Sea, nudged Sirius with his snout. Sirius scratched behind his ears. "Oh, don't worry, mate. You're still my favorite. But next time, let's get you a harness that says 'Bite Me.'"

Regulus sighed. "You are such a bad influence."

The evening carried on with more laughter, a steady stream of jokes at Orion's expense, and an unspoken but undeniable admiration for his absurdly well-trained dogs—and his bafflingly effortless coolness.