Susan took the letter from him, surprised he wasn't interested even in giving her a peck on the cheek. Something really must be wrong for him to be so worried.
"Grandmother...?" she was very confused, reading the letter as she flicked her hair over her ear.
But as she started to read, a very wry smirk crossed her face. "Oh dear." She bit her lips together to stop giggling. As if he already knew the problem, Mischa yowled and fled behind the couch. "Sweet mother of merlin," she cried at the cat.
"You really do know how to make a mess of things, don't you Misch?"
Looking back to Cass, she tried not to laugh. "Is she sure that they are Misch's," she said, knowing full well they had to be.
"For a minute there I honestly thought something was wrong." She finally laughed, and cupped his face. "Cheer up, it's not the end of the world."