"It's still going?" Pam asked, glancing towards where she knew the furby to be. "I had one of those when I was younger. They're supposed to go to sleep after like fifteen minutes. I'd imagine that the batteries would have died already if we were, like, anywhere else." Despite talking about the furby, Pam's attention was still on Harper, waiting for the girl to make a move so she, or someone else, could tell her about whatever was in the direction that she was going. "What would you like to see first, sweetie?"
Edwin smirked back at his boyfriend as he continued to brush cat fur off of him.