"Doesn't matter what sounds good to you," Rosa countered. "You'll be too busy kidnapping the pope."

She sipped her coffee while looking back at the dog. "Maybe you could sneak this into the Vatican," she suggested, reaching over to pull out some of the stuffing from the cut she'd made, "you could probably fit him in here."

A pause.

"Be a lot funnier if it was a bunny, though."

This is what happens, people, when you put a recovering Catholic in a nunnery for a month.