It does sound adorable, but Lorne doesn't want to startle either Moose or Detlef by standing up again. Instead he listens, nodding along and never quite smiling. He wonders about bringing one of the stray cats home, but he'll have to ask the rest of the family first. It might do the household some good, having a fluffy interloper around. That is not, however, the primary subject of importance here.

"Lord Friggatebottom," he replies to Dain, managing to keep a straight face as he says it. Lorne takes a careful sip of the liquor, trying to decipher flavor around the burn. "Yes, piles of cord in the middle of a hard freeze seems far less sensible than the back of a horse." Both for the poor animal's health, and the fact that it's landed them here.