Lincoln left their little world to let them cool off.
He thought he needed to cool off too.
It was clearly these two people who were being inappropriate, throwing flash bombs at him, a single dog. So why did he feel guilty and sneak away?
"Ah!" Lincoln sighed heavily, "Is this the psychological weakness of a single dog facing a loving couple?"
"Isn't it just not having a wife? I'm just too busy, otherwise..."
"No! Who says I don't have a wife? I have plenty of wives made of paper!"
Lincoln kept talking to himself, trying to ease the awkwardness.
Unexpectedly, Mavis suddenly jumped over and said enthusiastically, "Master, do you want a wife? As long as you say so, Mavis will make one for you!"
"Huh?" Lincoln opened his mouth in surprise.
"Mavis has saved a lot of data these days, whatever style you want, I can make it for you! I have plenty of computing power now, even ten or eight of them are no problem!" Mavis said while opening more than a dozen windows to show him.
