Henn was sprawled across the couch, leafing through the newest issue of whatever fashion rag showed up in bulk, tearing a page out occasionally, crumpling it, and tossing it to the floor for the cat. She charged some of them so that he'd end up with instant confetti when he pounced, but not all of them, deciding to keep him on his toes.
She'd already finished with her contribution to the mass of füds for the following day, and was just relaxing at the moment.