Just before Zeph barreled into Aiden's legs, Aiden had the "I'm going to retort" face. But it disappeared as he stooped to pet the cat, and Joanie grinned. That damn cat was her hero sometimes. "Well you'll be fine with this one, then," she said. "He's as harmless as a dead worm." The analogy worked fairly well - worms could be used to gross out girls, and Zeph could be used to irritate the hell out of anybody. Glancing over at Oliver at his "cat whore" comment, she snickered. "It's a match made in heaven. I'm so proud."
She wandered over to the coffee table, picking up a beer and popping the top as she perused the titles with Oliver. "Isn't it? I think, in honor of our bitchy little friend, we should start with Van Helsing." She glanced over at Aiden, amused by how happily Zeph was winding around his legs. "That okay with you?" She assumed it was. With the beer in one hand, she opened up the DVD envelope with the other, moving over to the DVD player and setting it inside.
As the player read the disc, she flopped back on the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other as she picked up the remote and sipped her beer. "Whenever you run out, the rest are in the fridge," she said to them both, though her gaze was directed at Oliver. She pointed towards the kitchen with the remote. "And the bathroom's through there too, the door that's straight ahead."