You're spending the afternoon reading a nice book with your legs kicked up, when you're greeted by the image of Jade teleporting about the room and smelling the air like a hound dog. Which, you suppose, she is in part.

"Uh, Jade?" You start. "What are you looking for?" "I'm looking for Davesprite!" She replies, her ears and tail hanging low. "I can't seem to find him, though." "I think he probably just needs some space. Best to wait until he comes by." You reply sympathetically, and crumple up a piece of paper for her to fetch, which she does happily.

"You're probably right." She replies, her voice muffled by the paper. "But I can't take my mind off of it. I feel like it's just more practical to deal with problems right away, you know?"