Simon: Grace, no.
Grace, pouts:
Simon: I-I said no.
Grace, pouts harder:
Simon: ...Okay, fine. We can keep the space puppy. But I’m gonna name her Chica.
Grace, beaming with a smile: Deal!!
Cue a giant golden retriever they randomly find abandoned on a ghost ship the boys were trying to raid for supplies.
This girl be big enough they can both happily use her as a warm pillow for their heads while they sleep.











