The shop went quiet, save for the rhythmic clack-clack of the stapler hitting the side of the metal tub. Leo looked at Barnaby , who was now floating on his back, looking up with dark, intelligent eyes that seemed to hold a world of mischief.
"Good choice," Elias called out. "And Leo? If you see a guy selling 'pet' otters out of a van? Run. Because nobody who actually loves an otter would ever try to sell you one." can you buy an otter
"Do you have a fish budget that rivals a five-star sushi bar?" Elias asked, leaning against the counter. "Barnaby eats twenty-five percent of his body weight every day. And he doesn't like the cheap stuff. If the trout isn't fresh, heβll scream. Not a 'cute' scream, mind you. A scream that sounds like a tea kettle being murdered." Leo faltered. "I mean, I can buy fish." The shop went quiet, save for the rhythmic