[ Visitors, Lark would say. It didn't really feel right to call them pets when pretty much all of them sort of came and went from the pavilion, all thanks to an agreement that was made before he was even born. ]

Most of them are, anyway. [ He is definitely not internally deadeyeing at the image of one specific cat. Nope. ] Anyway...

[ He tries to nudge Monsoon to set him on the floor, instead of just clinging to Lark's arm. ] Go on, it's probably a little dull to keep hearing the two of us talk when you could be playing instead, yeah?