"Fleas might not have the carrying capacity," she points out. "And they're probably even less mobile. I'll make a chart."

"Excellent. A chart."

Robin grins. "I'm proud of my charts!"

"You're adorable," giggles Robin, crouching down to pet him.

"You look like one of those ridiculously expensive - what are they called - Savannah cats," says Bella. "What'd you mix in?"

<Serval and snow leopard. I'm a fluffy little killing machine,> he says proudly, and leans into Robin with an ecstatic purr.

"Aww."

Purrrrrrr.

"And so soft," says Robin, plopping down on the floor and scooping him into her lap. "I could just pet you forever."

"Well, two hours, at any rate."

<Two hours is a lot of tummy rubs,> says Trouble, stretching out in Robin's lap.

Robin takes the hint. "Oooh, fluffy."

Bella laughs softly.

"So how long did it take Ethan to ask if he could skin you and wear you as a coat?"

Bella appears to find this inordinately hilarious.

<I said not until he learns how to actually make a fur coat,> he adds, <which shut him up about it. Mostly.>

"Yeah, there's probably some difficult curing process involved," snorts Bella.

<And I bet sewing fur gets complicated.>

"Probably."

<Wanna pet me?>

"Sure why not."

Trouble rolls out of Robin's lap and hops up into Bella's.

Pet pet.