Well, Colin was out again, which actually made Gwyn laugh again, her sobs becoming giggles once more. "It's like he cannae handle th' fact that I'm a great bloody snake or somethin'. An', yeah, he started it. Jus' started screamin' like a wee girl an' then he fainted. I was jus' tryin' ta get him t'me bed, make sure he was comfortable, then he jus' screamed again an' started beatin' on me. Like I said, he started it."
Just the suggestion that she adjourn to the sitting room sounded so utterly banal, so ridiculously out of place that for a moment she forgot just how funny it was and just stared at him. Her tongue flickered in and out, and she could smell what she found had become the familiar scent of Jamie. It was a gaze that probably held a hair too long, tracking his movements as he retrieved his shoe, and then she blinked and slithered into the other room. "Starving," she mumbled to herself, the sensation hitting her without warning. "Need somethin' t'eat."