I can't bring myself to say one of the reasons; instead, I focus my gaze on Starla's pale pink forelegs. She traces my line of sight to her crossed limbs, and as she unfolds them, she emits an unexpected chuckle. "Is that really it? I was expecting something a bit more complex," she jokes, dropping back to all fours and standing. "You could have at least thrown in I'm much more in touch with my feminine side and more of a homemaker type."