Abby was probably the nicest person Cristóbal had ever met, and he was glad she was his friend. Things like that typically went without saying, but every now and again he liked to dwell on them. He couldn't think of many people who would want to go near a snake, much less raise one from a baby to an adult, but if anyone could do it, he was sure that Abby could. She had that way about her that made you want to trust her, even if you didn't know her well.
Cristo smiled and nodded in agreement, gently scooting Elvis back towards his doghouse before following Abby back inside. Curiosity was gradually overcoming nerves, and who knew? Maybe he'd end up liking Little Horn as much as he liked Elvis and Babushka. Once again, he felt a little pang of envy for Abby's crowded, exciting home, but he tried to ignore it. It felt ungrateful to be jealous of what his friend had, like he wasn't really happy with his family when he knew that he was. And just because they didn't have any pets now didn't mean they could never have any. Maybe his mom would let him get a dog like Elvis once he got older, or if they ever moved to a bigger house.