George snorted when Gus said she didn't need a pet to pet. "You would need to be able to reach first," he teased lightly as he broke his bread apart so that he could dip it into his stew. His height was not something he was always comfortable with. It sometimes drew attention all on its own but it sometimes came in handy.

"If neither you nor Mother minds, I might like to," George admitted quietly before taking a spoonful of his stew. "A nice, little stray that might otherwise have gone cold anyway."