"Life sure, uh, does that," Cathal agreed, his impression just as far off as Rosario's had been. It seemed neither of them were going to get a call for the next Jurassic Park movie.
There was a part of him that wanted to warn Rosario to be careful of deer. He could say that it was because they carried ticks, but he couldn't say 'a golden deer was what a demon king used to first lure my mother into a kidnapping'.
You had to build up to that sort of thing.
Cathal took a bite of a chiroti, trying to put a hand up to catch any bits of pastry that wanted to crumble away. Once he'd swallowed, Cathal said, "I've lived in plenty small rural villages close to nature, but every time I ended up living in a city instead I've loved the boldness of city animals. Your raccoons and opossums here are sheer delights, the little grabby handed brats!"