And lo, there are many cuddles. Kara missed her canine friends, in the sort of vaguely gut twisting way that made her check her front door thoroughly every couple of hours.

"Hey, no, I totally get it," Kara says, still grinning just a little idiotically, "I would not ask or expect you to go to the Tiny Sealed Boxes of Suck. Because holy fuck, do they suck. I should've fought the law or something. Gone undercover. Got a cool mustache disguise."