Petey completely ignores them talking about him, totally engrossed in his game of making patterns with Charlie.

"Yeh. I think he's got ASD. Or, like, whatever you'd call it for a Pokemon, I dunno." She reaches out and runs her fingers through the soft fur atop his head. He doesn't react. "Or maybe he's just different. Who knows? But I can sorta figure out what he wants now."

Diana starts picking pieces of her muffin off to eat. "Sorry he, you know, made you buy him shit the other week."