Ky searched his mind wildly.  Did he know what a turtle, swan, catfish or mouse was?  To his relief, he did recognize them as animals of Earth.  Was the girl with the blue-dyed streaks in her dark hair and the impish, mischievous twinkle in her eyes asking them if they wanted an animal?  Then, rightly grasping that she was going to create an edible animal specimen for them, he hurriedly swallowed the last bite of his cookie and absently reached for a tea cake.<br/><br/>“Ummm, turtle?”  He gave her a crooked, self-deprecating grin, revealing white, even teeth.  He felt an affinity for the poor shelled creature—he really hated being this slow.  Did turtles know how slow they were?  “No, wait.  Make that catfish.”<br/><br/>Phaedra laughed.  “Turtle.  You remind me of one when you come out of your shell.”  She winked at the girl.  Ky really did need to get out more… although how to do that safely was always uppermost on her mind.<br/>