Rus frowns. "But you're an only..." he breaks off, understanding dawns. "Oh!" He nods. "Someone at your house kept cats too."
"OH?!" Rus asks archly, his eyebrow joining in.
"Did you keep it?" He can't resist asking. "Really?! I had no idea."
"It amounts to the same thing," he says with a shrug. "Apothecary-ish." A brief pause. "You don't bake?"
"It wasn't that bad," Rus protests mildly. "I kind of liked it. It was spicy." Rus nearly bursts out laughing when he sees the dart. "What if it isn't one of them?" He asks innocently. "Maybe I'll send for one for him."
OOOH! I had been dedded by bad punnage. I can barely manage doing a button. All else, I'd be better of flying the space shuttle. I will!! :D