It was almost eerie for a second, to realize they were doing that thing they'd used to do... The 'twin thing', their parents had always called it. When they'd known what each other was thinking and been able to finish their sentences... once or twice as kids they'd even known when the other was hurt even though they were nowhere nearby. She'd forgotten what it was like being able to do that. She didn't really know why it had stopped, only that it had. Maybe she'd changed.
Sipping at her drink, she was quiet again when Patience spoke. After a second, she asked, "What sort of dogs?" Because there were some kind of dogs she thought were alright, and others she wanted nothing to do with. Like those little yappy dogs, or the fluffy ones that people were always cooing over. Ridiculous little things. "Bigger ones," she said, answering her own question. "Real dogs, not those little yappy things."