"...well, I like the way they are pettable," Kara says, looking down at them fondly, "And, um, will start carrying biscuits around. See? We need to be able to talk to each other or I can't totally make them fat, slow, and complacent with my city slicker ignorance of proper puppy care." Kara wouldn't mind the head on her stomach. It just wouldn't occur to her that could be weird.