Oh, that tickled her. And she mimicked the act of the hushed finger over her lips, with a sage nod. The secret would be between them. Like father like daughter, at least a little it seemed. She didn't mind in the slightest.
Shannon straightened in her seat, having forgotten the cake and drinks herself. "Don't feel bad I forgot myself. What kind of tea do you have?" This time seemed to be going much better than their first meeting. She felt lighter for it. "So what kind of cat do you have him taking care of? And has it claimed him yet?"