"Not if I have a weird cat talking to me," Lalli retorts. "It only happens with that weird dog that hangs around the tall stupid one I know." He crosses his arms on the couch.

"Mrrrr..." he makes a little strange noise like that of a growl and scrunches his face. He doesn't like not knowing that, he should know too... How... did they get here? "I know dreams, sometimes they are like this." Walking in a dream is not too much different than in the waking world. Or perhaps he's in denial... Not that he wants to admit that. He looks back at the strange cat, "Otherwise I think I've completely lost my mind. Or you're a weird ghost..."