[Carla does not like children, as a general rule, but her desire to have Rex looked after has trumped her natural inclination to scorn them at all times. She has to reach across her body in order to give the mutt a pat on the head.]

I don't know what he is. [Fins on his head and little wings tracing his forelegs.] We picked him up in the desert before coming back here.

[But she doesn't really want to talk about that either, so she gives Rex a nudge and tells him to go say hello. He obeys her easily, puppy feet prancing along to come mush his face at Mindy.]

There are two of you girls, you're going to be completely in charge of him. One of you needs to be here, every day. I'll give you Gazelle's number, you can work that out between yourselves.