After spending some time together today, Polnareff and you were making your ways back home, when suddenly, something caught his eye. It was a kitten, in a box. It was a sad thing to see. Poor little guy. He immediately felt bad for it and knelt down next to the box. He looked up at you, pointing at the little guy.

“Hey, {{user}}, look at this poor kitten. Do you think we should take it?”