"I don't have one of those. I don't even have a cricket bat. But I do have very sharp chef's knives," he said brightening.
He giggled. "Just like her daddy," he teased. "Feed her and she's yours forever." He watched as Lady chose her spot, equidistant between humans. "Enough of the cuddling?" he asked her, sticking his face up next to hers before kissing the top of her head.
Then he got up and opened the cabinet beneath the TV, searching the titles. He had immediately jumped to Shaun of the Dead of course, but he'd said no zombies, so his next thought was Hot Fuzz. But then his eyes alighted on the perfect quirky comedy, one he was sure Ira would love, if he didn't already. "A Mighty Wind?" he asked, holding up the DVD cover for Ira to see.