"Daddy, can we get a pet?" Roxie asks as she settles down on Kurt's lap, wrapping her little arms around his neck. "You said you missed having pets, can we get a cat and a dog and a bunny and a turtle and a bird?"
"Whoa, kiddo, slow down there," Blaine says when he hears their daughter. "I think one pet is good enough, we don't need that many."
Kurt laughs and nods. "Your dad's right, baby girl," he says. "Plus we can't have any dogs or cats in this apartment, so it's going to have to be a bunny, or a bird or something."
"Can it be a pretty yellow bird like the one you had, Daddy?" Roxie asks.
"You mean Pavarotti?"
Roxie nods.
"We could get a canary, yes," Blaine says, smiling at his husband over the top of Roxie's head. "I miss hearing you sing along with him."
Roxie does get her bird, eventually, and she calls him Pavarotti (but she doesn't learn how to pronounce his name correctly until a good two years later).