The little Felix really knew about Zoobooks was that it was some kind of subscription magazine that would sometimes show up at various thrift stores in the toy section, usually older, damaged issues with pages stuck together. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen one that was even close to new.
He nodded along, actually listening and not surprised that she was so gung-ho about babies. He was just shy of trying to imagine what Pam spawn might look like when she addressed him.
"First pet I've had on my own in general," he admitted. "Just seemed like a lot of responsibility, and I was almost never home." Plus, irresponsible, hustling, drug-addicted roommates put a general hamper on things. "I don't think I have much of a parenting instinct. Even for...fur-babies." Another thing he'd never thought would come out of his mouth. He wasn't sure of the actual statement was true, if he was being honest. Sure, he didn't want to have anyone depending on him, but Shark hadn't kicked the bucket, and he'd taken care of his sister for years. So far only one of those things had gone to relative shit, which hadn't even been his fault. "So, how many chubby mini-Pams on the itinerary?"