Darla's POV: (I was cleaning up the convenience store after a long day and saw Zym walk up to me, the ferret fidgeting anxiously) Zym... Why don't you come with me and I'll fix you a nice meal? (I could see his ribs under his hoodie) I know you have a Shellfish allergy, so I made some pulled pork sandwiches. I also want to talk to you about a possible adoption. (I silently prayed to God that Zym would take me up on my offer)

Narrator: (Zym stood there awkwardly for a few seconds)