[He's been around Pumpkin enough to know flattened ears are rarely a good sign, and if he had the energy he'd duck his head in shame. The reason for her displeasure is evident - this is what he gets for not acting like he should.

So he tries harder. Smiles more broadly. Old habits die hard, even in his moments of grief; it won't do to worry her now that she's returned to them.]

Tch, at least they picked a dignified animal. [He can't imagine his dear Robin-chan as a dog] But enough of that! Are you hungry at all? [He straightens again, dusts his knees and glances at the dinner he'd been preparing] Not sure how that well that shit would sit in a cat's stomach, but I can prepare some fish if you'd prefer!

[Concentrate on taking care of her - on his crew. He can do this. It's what he's been doing for his entire life in Luceti, after all.]