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You would be so cruel to me on the feast of Saint? Gabriel, think of my heart. It would simply shatter. You know chocolates are my only consolation to be had in life. They won't even work out how to make it till long after my death. [Elizabeth pouted, or her best attempt to. It didn't hold for very long.]
More of my own blankets... well, there is something at least? [she snorted in amusement all the same though.] More free time to torment them all, don't you mean. They should send you flowers for keeping me out of their way. Their lives would at least be more interesting like that.
[At his teasing though, she nipped at the air towards him, before, in as perfect initiation as she could, began to purr for a moment. More than happy to be playful, for the moment. Selina wasn't the only cat, apparently.] Then we shall, till the sun sets and rises again then?