"Ryland, Ripley, and Reginald?" Pete turned his head enough to kiss Ryland's collarbone, and then again, and then stepped back a little and tugged at Ryland's pocket. "I haven't named him. My lion. You should help."
Also, they should eat. He'd only just peeked into the basket in the kitchen, but from what he could tell, they'd put in a lot of meat. A lot of meat."