"Okay so, I've been thinking.” Looking up, but only briefly, from the laptop currently placed on her knee, Shiloh’s tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. Fingers still tapping away against the keyboard, the blonde’s lips took a moment before they lifted up into a tiny smile. “But I can think all I want -- doesn't get me anywhere, without your valued opinion.” She realized the situation sounded a little serious; which it was, kind of, only -- really, not so much. Did that even make sense? “We’re getting pretty far into our relationship now -- at least, I think we are. My step-mom says that, after a while the next step would be a couple getting, maybe a cat or something. Unfortunately, as you know, I'm horrifically allergic -- and also terrified of dogs. Now I'm not allergic to babies, but I do have an incredibly low pain tolerance, that I'm sure means I could so not handle childbirth. But I used my most informative friend, Google, for inspiration, and I have a few alternatives.” Sitting forward, gently placing the laptop onto the floor and off of her knee, Shiloh’s sweet smile brightened. “I was thinking that, just to be edgy, we could either adopt a dolphin or buy a lizard of some sort. Your thoughts?”