A brow hiked up at the mishmash of words, a chuckle escaping, wondering just where that first idea had been going down. Kara hadn’t expected it to be taken seriously, sincerely just pulling her leg to give a hard time, but hey if a free meal was up for grabs, who was she to turn it down? ”I’ll take it.” As if the offer was a coupon, it’d be stowed away, kept in a back pocket to be used on a day needing a bit of a pick me up.
”I’m a painted dog,” she explained matter-of-factly, tapping the side of her head, said animal sniffing at the giant mass of spots and orange that couldn’t be seen entirely well.