Chase is Asian
"My nutria!" Leo said, kissing Chase.
"Do you just call him 'otter' in Spanish?" Kudzu said, amused.
"Well, yeah, what else could I call him?"
"Maybe his actual species? There are tons of otters."
"Uh, I don't know what kind of otter he is."
Both turned to Chase.
"Me... neither."
***
"Hi Chase" his father called from the phone.
"Dad, do you know what kind of otters we are?
"Err, no? We've been on Echo since your great-great grandfather, though."
"Okay, thanks for nothing."
"You're welcome?"
Chase hang the phone.
***
"Okay, so here's the MyHeritage kit" Kudzu unpacked, "All you have to do is put your saliva on the-"
Chase spat on the swab.
"Okay, gross" Kudzu said.
***2 weeks later****
"It's here, it's finally here!" Chase said
"Thank Dios" Leo exhasperated.
In just a few seconds Chase tore the package open.
"It says I'm an Asian Small-Clawed Otter, Aonyx cinereus. O my God I'm Asian, just like you Kudzu"
Kudzu didn't respond.
"Oh, that explains so much about you!" Leo said, "Like why you like rice and Hatsune Miku!"
Kudzu didn't respond.
"I feel so vindicated, like there's a side of me I've got to explore."
"Please be mindful" Kudzu said, "you've been divorced from your Asian heritage by generations. Hell, I barely touch on mine."
Chase sat next to him, holding his paws on his.
"So maybe we could explore together?"
Kudzu sighed, then smiled.
"Yeah, I'd really like that."