Darcy leaned down to pet the top of the pig's head with her fuzzy gloves. She wasn't exactly the person who thought to ask before moving to pet someone else's dog, cat, or even pet pig. The simple fact was that the cute little grunting form in the jacket called out for attention.
"Since I'm fairly sure you're a boy, the pig in the lime green jacket." Darcy answered without missing a beat, smiling. "I don't suppose they make piggy booties, but I imagine it could venture past excessively cute if paired with a set."