"Oh I disagree, I think you're doing a great job with Shark," Pam assured him. "Though it does sound like if you were never home she probably wouldn't have fit your lifestyle before. But you're doing great now! You're keeping her fed and gave her enriching toys, and when you have questions you know to go to someone who knows better than you, and that's basically how having a pet goes. I'm not saying that means you should try out raising a human child, if that's not something you'd already want to do. Like, human parenting is a whole different thing and after talking to various people who have been in and out of here, it sounds like like it's not meant for everyone and you can really screw it up and that's terrifying. And like, duh, of course not all parents are good parents, but it's like, will I be a good parent? Because I got an octopus murdered. An octopus. It lived in a space this big, human children go waaaaay farther than that..." The laughter seemed to be a nervous tick, as she laughed again as she realized that she'd gone off on a tangent. "Sorry. I never get to talk about this stuff because I don't know if it's weird that I imagine a life getting out of here and going home. Plus it seems wrong to talk about it with Jack or Owen, and I think I rambled about it enough to Kiley while we were in the pit. Anyway, the answer is two, but maybe three. Fletcher wants two. I want however many I'm going to want, I won't know until I see how actually having one it. And I want to dress us all the same and go on family vacations and make other people look at how cute we are. Like, normal stuff. You probably think that's corny, and it is but I love it."