Gaeta bursts into a weak laugh, tinged with a little more hysteria than he'd prefer. Quickly, he presses a fist to his mouth to contain it. "Gods, I hope the next thing is a little better," he says. "Maybe -- I don't know, we both had some kind of cute pet growing up. Something really fluffy that snored. Any fluffy, snoring animals in your past? Can we make one up?"