Anders opened the door the moment there was a knock. He looked a little flushed from running around. His apartment was almost spotless. Ser Pounce-a-lot ran out the door the moment it opened and tried crawling up Merrill's leg, begging to be picked up.
"Uh, come on in. You want anything to drink? Eat? Anything?” He looked a little worse for wear, more than a little worried, but he managed a small smile.
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