[Well, get used to it Dante, he's not going anywhere any time soon. Not with this food coma coming. Pulling out his phone is about as much as he can manage, scrolling through a camera reel that seems to be full of nothing but pictures of food and a cat that seems like nothing but fluff and blue eyes, dark-tipped ears and dusky paws and a single dark patch around one eye that seems to mimic the scar of her owner.]

This is Elizabeth. I found her on the street back in December, she was a baby and it was freezing out. I never had a pet before, but I've been figuring it out. And she seems happy.

[Is he smiling sappily at his phone? Yes, yes he is.]