More than anything

Greta glances up at Marius in some surprise, forgetting to pet the cat until it makes a soft chirruping sound and rubs itself along her shin. "Does everyone name their cats after people they know?" she asks, mostly rhetorically.

Granted, it's not as if she's met many cats here. But this is the second one she's met sporting someone else's name twisted into a cat-related pun. It's beginning to seem like some sort of Darrow-specific cultural quirk.

"What's the other one called?" She's not sure she knows anyone whose name would lend itself to such a scheme, and goodness knows how many acquaintances they have in common. Demelza Purrdark seems like too much of a stretch.