As far as Dain is concerned, puns are a much better topic of conversation, as are cats. He lights up with a smile, takes one of the stools, and listens to Detlef's introductions with rapt interest. He heeds the warning not to touch Mister Fingersnap -- just gives him a nod and a light wave, as though cats recognise the same sorts of body language humans do. "Nice to meet you, Mister Fingersnap. Don't worry, I'm not a permanent fixture. I'll be out of your hair soon."
He honestly, genuinely does not intend that to be a pun.
What Dain does do is put one hand down near the ground for Miss Pants to come and sniff, making soft clicking sounds with his tongue. He doesn't usually get the chance to make friends with animals, but he doesn't often get the chance to make friends with humans either, and he's pretty sure they operate on the same sort of don't-come-near-me-you're-a-scary-stranger logic.
"Moose?" he asks, amused, as Detlef rejoins him. "That's a big name to grow into."
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He honestly, genuinely does not intend that to be a pun.
What Dain does do is put one hand down near the ground for Miss Pants to come and sniff, making soft clicking sounds with his tongue. He doesn't usually get the chance to make friends with animals, but he doesn't often get the chance to make friends with humans either, and he's pretty sure they operate on the same sort of don't-come-near-me-you're-a-scary-stranger logic.
"Moose?" he asks, amused, as Detlef rejoins him. "That's a big name to grow into."