Menagerie

Max is surprised. “That guy? Really?”

“Yeah, totally.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m telling you. I don’t have a type. It runs the gamut.”

There’s a pause. “They kind of all look like woodland creatures.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kind of shaggy and scruffy.”

“Yeah, I guess I like guys who look sorta...”

“Mammalian!”

“...like animals.”