"Yes!" the Phouka said with a smile. "Or, rather, I understand him and what
he says. We cannot have conversations such as this. But we do talk, in a
way. And he tells me he enjoys pizza. And gummies. And trying to eat
A server came over and the Phouka asked for a cup of tea and a bacon
sarnie. Then amended that to two bacon sarnies.
"He likes bacon, too. And he wants to sleep on your bed again."
Keats whinged softly, then growled a a bit before letting out a sharp bark.
"He likes your bed more than ours, even though ours has much more room."