Uf, missing friends is something Shelley can sympathize with wholeheartedly, that's for sure. When I.P. mentions that she smiles with some melancholy -- smile that brightens up somewhat when this dog tells about making friends in new and very different places.

"Does this place count, then? Unless you have been somewhere where you get your heart ripped and turned into cute dogs tattling about how you feel, Fry."

Shelley has gone through so many experiences but something like this one certainly isn't like it, she thinks, scratching Lepakko's head, who not even for a moment stops staring at I.P. He seems a little torn between telling Shelley to walk away and bothering to at least be courteous towards the other daemon.