King's earlier mention of red pandas was not as random as it seemed, as they were apparently part of the Himalayan exhibit, and were so just coming into view as they walked around a bend. They were a bit hardier of an animal, what with the Himalayans and all, so had no qualms braving the autumn air and... napping.
He stopped and narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better sense of focus on the fuzzy, reddish, breathing lump of an animal curled up where two branches met in a low tree. Still, even sleeping, he wanted to pet it. Fuzzy and soft. And warm, it did look warm, and King did miss the warmth sometimes.
"Scotland's got some great names, though," he said, looking at her to make sure she'd seen the red breathing fuzzy lump. "Like Tongue, I remember there was a place called Tongue. You learn that sort of thing in uni. And Dumfries. I like saying Dumfries. There is more to it then you think looking at it."
He watched the breathing lump again. So fuzzy. He was getting a bit curious if he could recreate something that fuzzy. It seemed imperative that he find out. "I'm from Prague. Which isn't pronounced like Prague, really, it's Pra-ha, but the English languages likes to change things like that."