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Gilly was willing to bet galleons on her being more than 'probably correct' about asking for permission. She was quite certain that their mother would give them the green light for a pet (there really was no rationale that the girl could think of for their mother to not be in favour of the idea). And, in the event that she was wrong... well, she wouldn't admit that. It just meant that Plan A wasn't foolproof and that they would need to resort to Plan B. Either way, they'd have a pet at some point.
"Yes, I think that would be the best course of action for us," she agreed, liking the way her brother's brain was working right now. Thinking of reasons why their mother would say no (which she was confident that the woman wouldn't, but she'd play along for fun) and being ready with counterarguments was exactly what she anticipated doing. "Any ideas?" She of course had her own, but she'd open the floor to Drake. This was a group effort, after all, and she could always add on to whatever he said and fill in gaps if necessary.
Internally, the girl was starting to get quite excited about the possibility that they would have a four-legged creature roaming about their home in no time at all. Of course, those emotions were not present on her face. She'd save that for the moment their desire became a reality. "That's definitely one thing we can bring up: we will be responsible and take care of our pet. ... Speaking of, should we go and scout out the kneazles now?"
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