Daisy giggled at Lida’s joke, but the hint of seriousness was not lost on her. She remembered how much trouble the kitten had been around the other woman when she first brought it home. As she stepped past Lida and into the immaculate house, her eyes began searching for the ball of orange fur. She spotted the kitten under a chair and she raised a finger to signal a hello, as though it could wave back in greeting. “No, I haven’t met her yet,” she answered brightly, returning her attention to Lida. “Actually, I came over because I wanted to see you.” There was no shame or embarrassment in Daisy’s voice, nor did she feel that there needed to be. She liked Lida and considered her a friend; it only made that she would want to see her friend as often as possible! There was no way of knowing whether or not the redhead felt the same way, but she assumed that she wouldn’t be welcomed with a smile if she was unwanted. Daisy was just about to raise her arms for a hug – despite the fact that now would have made an awkward time for one – when she felt something pressing against her leg. She looked down and her smile grew even more. “Hello sweetness!” Daisy scooped the kitten in her arms and held him there as if he were a baby. “He’s gotten so big,” she commented as she poked at its paw. Daisy had gotten so used to familiars who could speak that it was odd to not have the kitten reply. “Did you want to say hello to momma?” She took a step forward and leaned the animal toward Lida. It made a deep sound in its belly and slashed at the other woman with open claws. “No! That’s not nice!” She swatted the paw that threatened Lida and the kitten returned a look of confusion. It mewed and reached up to her face with a calmer, softer touch. “Don’t apologize to me.” Her tone was even more chastising as she bent down and released the creature. The entire encounter must have looked odd to anyone aware of the fact that the cat was not a familiar and could not understand Daisy’s reproach. “I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually,” she offered before remembering that Lida had asked her a question before they were interrupted.
“I’ll take anything you’ve got.” She wasn’t overly thirsty, or hungry for that matter, but Daisy came from a place where it would have been rude to reject the hospitality. There was a bounce in her step as she followed Lida to the kitchen. Her attention was flittering this way and that, taking in all of the decorations that lined the walls. “I want to decorate our new house. The walls are so boring and blah and nothing like your beautiful house.” She made her way over to a seat and plopped herself down. Hands went up to play with several strands of her hair as she watched Lida move through the kitchen. There was so much grace in everything she did. Was that something Lida could teach her? “Say, is there a Mr. Lida anywhere? I can’t believe I’ve never asked you that before.” There was a giggle in her voice with amusement at herself. If there was anything that Daisy typically asked first, it was a question of relationship status.