Hey, hey, thorny boy. [she waves to him, grinning with such fondness when she sees the parasol that she might as well be lighting up herself.] Yeah. He's called Stinky. Not house trained or people trained. Absolute nightmare.

[stinky makes an odd bark-growl-gurgle and waves his tongue at fern. it is horrifying.]

Kinda thought I would get something like my dream guide, but oh well. He's alright.