Well, not in words, anyway, Casita communicates kind of implicitly and we just... understand it. I... never got a chance to ask Antonio if he hears words from animals. [For a moment he looks a little sad, then remembers no time will have passed back home while he's here. Then he shrugs.] Heh, Maybe I'll remember to do that when I get back home.

[That sure is some optimism there, Bruno.]

[He looks down at the dog, who rolls onto its back, paws curled and tongue lolling, panting. It's far too large and spectral to pull off this 'cute doggy' act, but it tries.] How 'bout it, huh? Anything you wanna tell me?

[whiiiiine. This makes Bruno grin.] A name first, huh? Hm. How about Fuego? ['wuff!' The dog wriggles, then rolls back onto its feet and licks Bruno's face again. He chortles.] Okay. We'll take this slow.

[He looks up.] That works. I don't wanna get overwhelmed.