"I'm assuming Tracey," Kellin said, shrugging a little. "Would you like to come in? You can put your cat down so it stops trying to eat your hand, and Sima can assure herself that you're not an evil sorcerer."
He paused when she mentioned the ribbon, half-turning to look at Sima, trying to hide a smile.
"I think if she keeps stalking your rooms, she deserves it."