Like a — [Dave only manages to look slightly scandalized at that, if only because Ryuji lobs a pun at his head at least twice a day, bare minimum.]

[anyway, Sayori seems to be stuck in decision hell, and he can sympathize, and he also has a squirrel on his shoulder — man, Peanut is already miles above the probably evil fuzzy-tailed critters that roamed Houston's parks.]

[he already said he can't choose a fursona for her, but he can at least nudge her toward getting ideas on paper.]

Start off with a bunny, then — if that doesn't appeal to you, try another one until you land on the, like. One True Fursona.