"Oh, good." That meant that Andrew's scheduled lunch was now, and someone should be down to take over any minute. "Not about your drawing class," he clarified, "but I can definitely come for lunch." He glanced at Jim, who was pawing at the buttons on the till now. "Do you think he wants to buy something? Or is he trying to take over so I can go for lunch?" Either one - or neither - was equally likely. Sylvie, appearing from the back room, jabbed Andrew affectionately in the ribs before stopping dead. "What's that?" Andrew tried, and failed, to hide a grin. He was tempted to lie and say he had no idea, but that would take more time than he felt willing to spare. "That's Jim," he said. "Evan's cat. He'll probably leave when we leave." Sylvie raised an eyebrow. "Probably?" Andrew laughed and shrugged. "Jim's got a mind of his own." He glanced at Evan. "Shall we go?" Sylvie nodded emphatically, and Andrew stepped around the counter, watching over his shoulder to see if Jim would follow.
As soon as he could, he took Evan's hand, linking their fingers. "How tiny was this human?" he asked, amused. "Because if you mean a child, she'd still make a pretty big ladybug." Even a newborn was a lot bigger than any ladybug Andrew had ever seen. "Do you think a giant ladybug would be scary?" he asked. Giant spiders were generally considered scary, and a giant wasp would certainly be pretty terrifying, but Andrew liked ladybugs. "I guess there's no reason not to dress as a ladybug. It doesn't hurt anything."