#((as something of a daughter/in-law by virtue of her being married to dorian! she's a part of the family nonetheless!))

[theheadlessgroom]

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“Wow...” Randall had murmured, having been in absolute wonder at her recounting of Daisy and the gator-he supposed an alligator was the perfect pet for a siren; there were few other predators in the waters that could match them in ferocity, they had a similar appetite, and they could live together quite harmoniously, in both the water and on land. It was the perfect partnership, really.

(That, and he couldn’t help but be touched by this story; a lonely little hatchling taken under a siren’s wing, growing up to be her loyal friend and fellow hunter...it reminded him of hunters and their dogs, those loyal hounds loping alongside their masters on their way back from a successful hunt...it was a bit of a funny image, imagining a tubby alligator doing the same-especially when he mostly knew them for being lazy critters, sunning themselves on the banks for the most part-but endearing nonetheless.)

“I always wanted a pet too,” he admitted with a soft yawn (bad thing about fisherman’s pie; it always had the funniest habit of making him sleepy...maybe it was all that richness somehow, it always happened every time his father made it), leaning up against the tub with a little smile. “Never had one, but I used to take care of some of the feral kittens who used to sleep under our porch. Used to come outside and put out a saucer of milk, and they’d just flock to it, and I used to pet them while they drank.”