Matt felt a bright, warm delight at the flowers, leaning in close to smell them and delicately feeling their petals when his hands could get close, in awe of how new and different and good they were. He felt light and buzzing as he and Treacle went from flower to flower, every part of them fascinating and perfectly distracting. And as neither of their masters hurried them or showed any impatience Matt felt himself slipping deeper down, thinking of himself simply as a pet and his master as just that, and he felt an overwhelming sense of pride at how clearly he was trusted and treasured, how his collar jingled and how strong he felt, and the pet next to him was clearly open and vulnerable too.