"...they will. C'mon?" 

"Babies will definitely still be here once we've already gone to the pet store. C'mon, let's go." Dogs are way easier to interact with than babies, you can just pet them and they're happy! Probably if she tried to pet a baby it would start crying or something, and also that would be weird.

(Mental note: keep Sasha away from babies as much as possible until told otherwise.)

He looks back regretfully at the babies but goes with Faye and Sasha to the pet store.

Cats are so much easier to deal with than babies. He knows exactly where this feeling comes from and he is not examining that right now. 

She has heard good things about the smallness and fuzziness of the animals in this depot, and also she agrees wholeheartedly with Sasha; she heads in. If there are any dogs around, she's going to pet them. She may not know how to handle babies but she can definitely pet dogs. And give belly rubs if any seem willing! Dogs: good.

Maybe this depot will have a book about animal care or something and he can read that until Faye and Sasha are done playing with animals. 

A tiny black kitten — the sign informs him that her name is Lokitty — attacks his shoelaces as if she is a mighty hunter and his feet are fearsome prey, and it is the cutest thing in the goddamn world. 

There are no books in the Small Fuzzy Animal Depot. 

He stares at a kitten and attempts to figure out what other people get out of this activity.

Faye has found some puppies and they are LICKING HER ALL OVER and possibly using her lap as a place to have epic battles. She does not appear to mind this and is just kind of petting whatever she can get her hands on. Small fuzzy animals are excellent, sorry Lev.

It occurs to Lev that Sasha is getting something out of this activity and, in fact, Sasha is happy, so he opts for gazing adoringly at Sasha while a kitten attacks Sasha's shoelaces.

When Lokitty stops attacking his shoelaces and instead climbs into his pocket he comes over with her and sits by Lev. "You doing okay?" 

"I don't really understand what people get out of small fuzzy animals but I like watching you be happy."

"Loki's tiny and soft and warm and she keeps pressing her head up into my hand and it's — I think it's kind of similar to the way you were at the baby window, just with a cat instead of a human." 

"I think the cat would mostly be confused if I tried to sing to her though."

Faye notices the conversation happening but is currently still being accosted by puppies and figures that Sasha will probably handle it better than her anyway. She keeps an ear out, though, and at that she calls out: "And I'm sure the baby would be confused if I tried to pet him! Anyway, yeah, seems similar. Some people are just better at one or the other, I guess."

(At that, she is bowled over onto the floor by the puppies. She does not seem opposed to this relocation.)

"And cats are very small and I don't feel so much like if I mess up I'm damaging a person for the rest of their life. And nobody has ever handed me a cat and told me that if I didn't want to take care of it I had better get used to the idea, I'd be a cat owner myself someday no matter what I thought of the idea, that doesn't hurt." 

"That's awful. Fuck them."

He shrugs and goes back to playing with Loki. "I did leave." 

"And now you're in the Good Place and you couldn't have kids even if you wanted to."

(He sounds a little wistful on that last bit.)

"I'm glad you're out." Humans continue to kind of suck. This is not surprising but alas. She will... try to offer comfort to Sasha more about that later. When there are fewer puppies licking her face. Maybe even when there are zero puppies licking her face. Good job, puppies, you are supremely adorable and have probably never oppressed women by assuming that they'll do unpaid reproductive labor!

"Yeah. I kept meaning to get my tubes tied but everyone wants to talk a person with a uterus in their early twenties out of it, and then it. Kind of stopped being relevant." 

"Dying does that, yeah. Sucks that your doctors wouldn't just listen to you." The puppies have mostly calmed down enough to stop licking her face and she has gone back to petting them.

"It really does. I guess on that particular axis things turned out okay? But it would have been good to just not have to worry about it." 

Lev is not sure if there's a way to say "your entire life sucked and I wish I could protect you and keep you safe" that isn't hella awkward, so instead he gently picks up Loki, who was trying to play with Lev's shoelaces, and transfers him to Sasha's lap.

Loki would like to make it known that she is NOT HAPPY about this, and that if Lev doesn't want her to attack his shoelaces then he should consider having shoes that do not have FEARSOME PREY ATTACHED TO THEM. (Sasha scratching her ears is, apparently, sufficient tribute.) 

"Anyway. If you go back to the baby cafe at some point I probably won't go with you."