"Dunno what a crocodile is but I do know what a dog is," So, he had half the picture. He made a thoughtful hum and nodded. It made sense to him. Rinoa had the same in her dog a long time ago, and now in her peacat. Emotional support without having to worry about them talking back he supposed. Seifer had never had a pet he didn't really know what it was like. He had noticed the somewhat awkward pause in the way she worded that he refrained from pressing any further.

Not his business, if she wanted to talk more about it she could. Seifer understood what it was to have secrets and complicated relationships with the people around you. Sometimes better just to leave that stuff buried.

"Huh, that's right, we don't really have plastic do we?" No plastic bags, no resealable containers. Well that was going to be a hassle. "Do you know what they eat? If it's part dog meat would probably be a good idea. Guess we'll have to hope the bread angle buys it." Today they would learn if crocdogs ate bread.