Fíadh gives Detlef a curious frown at the talk of a cat cart. She hasn't known the man long, but she's certainly beginning to learn he has an incredibly odd affection for cats and that makes it difficult for her to decide whether he's being serious or not.

But the the talk of age brings her gaze back to the pony as she sadly considers it. Something this great should live forever. She of all people knows that's not the way the world works, but sometimes, like now, it's really nice to think if it did.

"That's a good idea. For tourism. He's strange enough to bring in a good amount of money."

No, strange isn't the right word though it's accurate. She almost whispers as a smile starts to cross her face.

"He's perfect."