"Oh, yeah, I guess that's a thing, isn't it."

"Yep."

"Oh well, in health class we did this entirely embarrassing section about, like, Alternatives."

Trouble giggles. "Oooh, alternatives," he says, hugging her.

Snuggles! Are those an alternative or their own thing? They are nice, anyway.

Snuggles are awesome.

So awesome! Kisses are also awesome.

They are. They are that. Mmmmmm.

Rhea is totally digging the romanced-by-a-paranormal-young-adult thing.

Awesome. Because the paranormal young adult in question is totally digging Rhea.

Snuggles. Does he like tummy rubs when he is not a cat?

"Ticklish pooka."

"Yep!" he says, still giggling, and he snuggles up and gives her a giggly kiss.

Tickles. Less accidental tickles.

Giggles! So many giggles.

And kisses. Giggly kisses.

"Best pooka."

Giggly hug! Squish.

Squishy hugs.

Snuggly ones.

And prolooooonged makeouts. Until Rhea checks the clock and says her dad is due home soon.

"Aww," says Trouble. "Okay, I better go." He kisses her one more time, then scoots away to morph - pigeon, since it's still light out.

Rhea picks him up and opens the window and sets him loose out into the sky. "Bye, Iago."