It takes another minute for another text to come through.
 
 Liliana: Did you have pets when you were a kid?
 
 I swallow roughly, my chest tightening the same way it always does when this aspect of my childhood is mentioned.
 
 Roman: No. My dad’s job had us moving around too much, it would’ve been hard to put any pets through that.
 
 Liliana: Ah. I can see how that would make owning a pet difficult
 
 Bubbles appear again, then disappear, then reappear. She’s hesitating.
 
 Liliana: You never talk about your dad
 
 Another rough swallow.
 
 Roman: He died when I was ten. It’s just Mom and me.
 
 Liliana: Oh Roman. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.
 
 Roman: It’s okay. It was a logical progression of the conversation. Plus, it was a long time ago.
 
 Liliana: Even still, I’m sorry
 
 Liliana: If you could have owned a pet, what would you have asked for?
 
 The tightness in my chest loosens at the seamless way she makes things better.
 
 Roman: A snake
 
 Liliana: OH MY GOD
 
 Liliana: I could NEVER
 
 And I’m right back to smiling.
 
 Roman: All caps, huh?
 
 Liliana: YES
 
 Liliana: A snake?? ROMAN
 
 Liliana: YOU HAVE TO FEED THEM LIVE MICE
 
 Roman: So? Your pet kills mice for fun
 
 Another picture comes through, and once again, I burst out laughing.
 
 It’s of her cat, of course. But he’s no longer glaring. Instead, he’s splayed on his back, legs sticking out every which way, with his eyes closed and mouth wide open.
 
 Liliana: Garfield isn’t killing anything, trust me
 
 Roman: Yikes. Fat and lazy, he really is Garfield.
 
 Liliana: Would you believe me if I said he’s so much like Garfield that he actually likes pizza and coffee?
 
 Liliana: I’m telling you, we must have manifested his personality with the name or something
 
 Roman: The pizza I’m not surprised by. But the coffee is weird.