Neptune looked up at Owen and wagged his tail, seeming to take the eye contact as an invitation. He got up and headed over to Owen's chair, expectantly putting his head in petting range. Cecilia was practically beaming at the two of them. Today, she felt like the luckiest person in the house. There was a sense of foreboding attached to that; she knew it couldn't last for long, and that They would rip the rug out from under her feet at first available opportunity. Even knowing that, she couldn't help but enjoy it while it lasted.