Flynn waved a hand dismissively. "No worries, man. Pets... will be pets, right? He probably just wanted to play or something." If one could consider the prickly beast to be a pet... then again, sometimes people kept strange pets. Stranger than technicolour porcupines, that he wasn't sure, but who was he to judge the bond between man and beast?

That and the other person he'd seen had another one of the brightly-coloured creatures. Was there a theme?

"Does everyone in this dream have one of those?"