"A house cat?" Katie scoffed at the notion, plopping onto the couch beside him while managing not to spill her drink. "Meow? Mrowr." She grinned at the playful kitty noises and then added, "I wouldn't make a good cat. I'm not snobby enough. Or very graceful."
Shifting to tuck her legs up underneath her, she took a sip of her ale before setting the cup down on it's coaster and reaching for a slice of pizza. "It's nothing. Someone had to make sure you didn't laze about in bed all day. Besides-" She glanced over at him with a warm smile. "I remember what it was like when I first started training with the starters. My muscles were more sore than I thought was physically possible and I was pretty sure my arms would just give up and fall off."