Caro looks up to halfheartedly glare at Walter, but then he's pulling Bourbon out and... Bourbon is now more of a fluffball than usual. Caro can't help it, she giggles a little at the tiny fluffed out kitten being guarded rather fiercely by Walter. It's just such an unlikely looking combination.

The puppies continue to swarm, but they're also beginning to be interested in the other new person and his tiny fuzzy thing. The black puppy, however, is more or less staying where he is. Huh.

"I think it's your turn," Caro says finally.