"Nope, she's all covered. There are some annual shots she'll need to keep up with, but if you want her the veterinarian will send you reminders in the mail," Noah says, not wanting Freddie to feel pressured to keep her. He moves closer, his smile tentative, and reaches up to pet her.

"I used to live here. They're allowed," he says quietly. He glances up at Freddie with another half-smile. "Seriously, if it's not what you want, I can take her. I was prepared to, in case you didn't want a pet."