Caspar hangs back a little, once he spots Harley. It's impossible not to remember that "special something" she helped Adia pick out at the lingerie boutique. It's a good memory -- a very good memory -- which is part of the problem. It's thrown off his composure. He takes a sip of his coffee, wishing that had a cold beverage on hand instead, and approaches her.

"Hi, Harley." He sits down on the other side of the bag of popcorn. Not too close to crowd, but not rudely distant, either. He's trying. "I'm partial to cats, personally. I know Adia would love a pokémon, but it's not feasible on Atlantis." As for what makes a good pet owner, he shrugs. "If you have the time and motivation to care for it, that's usually enough."