The recovery was quick, but not enough for Sarah to miss it entirely, her amusement from doing it, and the boy ramble, growing now with the reaction. It was a reaction she wasn't nervous about, because she didn't think the younger girl would react badly. To Sarah, both Claires were two individual people, but she did recognize the constants and hoped they still applied here.
"Guinevere is my – well, was, she's ours now – kitten who spent several months of her life with the bad rep of possibly being not a kitten, until Peter corrected the notion because she told him so." She grinned. "Peter's the one who can talk best to them, I'm still learning."
She nodded to the duck. "And Kat – Katara, named after a good friend of Peter's who was killed here, but is now back, you've possibly met her – was a project for several of us that Elaine – you met her last night at the rehearsal – gave us on Peter's behalf." As she finished her coffee, and then petted Kat as then duck found her way up next to Sarah, Guinevere up by Claire, Sarah related the story about the quest to find a Mandarin duckling because Peter's soul had needed it, days spent looking and then finally finding an egg, which had hatched and let to Peter becoming mother and father to a little duckling.
"And now these two are our flower girls," she finished. "That's why everyone was so amused about it last night and Elaine said they didn't need to be there." She eyed Claire over the coffee cup, eyes dancing. "Go ahead, make fun that we're those kind of people, you know you want to." Lord knew the older Claire had picked on them in good fun over being people who were a 'mommy' and 'daddy' to a duck and a cat.