[Firo doesn't know why he bothers--instinct from hanging around with people whose faces he can see, probably--but that sigh prompts him to look up where a face should be.]

Yeah. They've all taught me things, but Maiza's the one who showed me how to do this.

[Back in the memory playing out, Firo sucks in his breath and steels himself to try. One hand bristles into a paw, and Firo springs back in surprise. He and Maiza share a look, then fall against each other laughing.]

Is this the kinda thing you wanted to see? Why?