Firefly Glen Why won't you chase after me?

Whether Kindle did not recognize vanity itself or vanity as a fault, it was impossible to tell. He was duly impressed by the tidbit, and asked a sincere, "Does it really?" while he admired her pelt. "I haven't done much fishing. Or any fishing, really — I don't see how anyone can manage it."

He did well enough with rabbits and pheasants to get by, but he'd lost some weight going it alone. He missed eating until he was full and maybe even then some, but it was enough for now to keep himself decently fed.

"I can teach you about bigger game, if you'll teach me about fishing," he suggested, his tail swishing. "Actually, I'm already teaching someone. They're a bit strange, though. I thought about eating them before figuring — eh. That's a lot of fur to pick out of my teeth."

He didn't mean it, of course. It hadn't occurred to him that Cosmo was edible until he'd begun to worry for him. He didn't need that getting out, though.