You laugh with your whole body. The world is your improv stage, and we are the audience that keeps laughing.
Three quiet signals. None of them about breed. All of them about the way they hold a room.
A specific one. And they are testing their material on you. And they know when it lands.
Not defiantly. Curiously. As if to say: are you sure? Have you considered the alternative?
Every morning is an opening night. Every meal is a climax. You are the audience and also the critic.