Nosy and affectionate as ever, both Angelo and Felix trail over with him as he tests the weight of the couch. Rinoa smiles and nods, happy to accept his terms, although once again, she's left a little surprised by the things he does and doesn't know. Does he really come from a world that doesn't even have dogs? The thought is crazy to her... but then again there's already been so many things about their respective lands that are different, right?

"This is Angelo. I'd love to tell you more about her. Perhaps while we walk?"

But then his next question has her stopping, and her hands fall to her hips too, a look of confusion crossing her face.

"Mildew?"

She's heard the term before, but... well, she's a rich kid, so... forgive her for not understanding exactly how it would form on a wet sofa.