Rosalie had sat down on the coffee table and was swinging her feet again, laughing silently at Daniel on his stomach, trying to talk the kitten out from her hiding space. "I doubt she knows or cares that her namesake was Italian," she commented once, as he changed languages once again.
"Obviously you're in trouble," she teased, when Daniel finally looked back up at her. She stood to help though, still trying to hold back giggles. "Where's her food? Or we could try string," she suggested, getting down beside him to peer at the animal herself.