"Right." Emma narrowed her gaze, but she was obviously teasing from the smile that threatened to come out. "Ought I go ask about and see if you were poking Garber, getting me sacked there. Since it was so convenient?" she teased.
"Why not have scaly things about?" She cast a glance back towards the door to the shop. "You've got the wee fuzzballs already." She grinned then. "Oh? Yeah? What sort of a pet have you got then?"