[ Whatever it is that's managing to make them all understood to one another is doing the best it can to translate, but some phrases are just going to slip through the cracks. So Reynir doesn't get that she's just expression admiration for how unbelievably cute the cat is, and thinks it is a serious question instead. ]

Yeah, she's completely real.

[ The eager look on Julie's face needs no translation, however, so when he's close enough he bends down, dropping Kisa and giving her a little pat pat to encourage her to walk the last few feet over to the girl. Kisa, being a cat - even a grade B graduate of the Cat Academy in Reykjavík, is not inclined to be dictated to. She plops herself down right where Reynir put her, lifting a leg high in the air and promptly starting to groom herself. Well, he tried. ]

I'm Reynir, and this is Kisa. I would say she usually has better manners than this but... she doesn't.

[ Kisa, as if she knew he was talking about her, stops licking herself and looks up at Julie, her tongue still hanging out though she seems completely unaware of it. They might be from a post-apocalyptic nightmare world but cats gonna blep. ]

Are you working on planting, too?