"Oh it was never my intention to make you mad," the old man said. Adjusting those shitty little glasses on his nose. "Oh! Are you asking me for furry advice? Calling me an furry and such. I'm sorry little lady I don't have a dumbass fox costume in my stupid closet. Or ever bought art.." He paused and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Roswell did.. He bought animal art. So if you want real furry advice, maybe you should bother him?"
do it.