Ira shook his head, smiling in spite of himself. “No. She has a list of ideal weapons to search for. I think those are fairly low on the list, but you might want to have a crowbar on hand for her, just in case.” (Ira wasn’t much of a zombie enthusiast at all, but even he’d considered his own weapon of choice when it came to the inevitable undead invasion – the good old-fashioned katana, of course. Never mind that he didn’t know how to use it. Ori told him that it was a staple of the genre that lack of any previous fighting experience had little to no effect on one’s zombie-slaying prowess.)
Lady closed her big blue eyes as Staas stroked her head, starting her low rumble in Ira’s arms.“Aw. She should be so lucky that he loves her that much.” Ira grinned. “She’ll warm up to anyone who gives her treats anyways. Easy cat,” he teased her, ruffling her ears gently. But then again, so did he, Ira reflected in bemusement.
“Sure. But it’s up to you, I don’t mind.” He positioned Lady a little more comfortably on his lap, but she wiggled out of his arms and jumped up onto the back of the couch, where she wandered back and forth for a moment before settling down between their heads. “Okay, fine,” Ira muttered.