He's totally going to snatch the rope away before she can get to it, but she's not going to get it either if it just stays over there on the other side of the room. To the rope!

It vanishes from the floor and reappears in his hands. He tosses it up and catches it again.

Yep. That's about what she expected. At least now the rope and the means by which he magically moves around the rope are in the same general location.

To Isfain!

As soon as she reaches the bed, he throws the rope at the opposite wall again.

She looks at the wall with the rope, then at Isfain. Then at the wall again. Then at Isfain, perhaps belaboring her point a bit too much.

Clearly the thing to do instead is to climb up onto his shoulders, carefully balanced like she is attempting to become a fox scarf again, and then introduce his face to her fluffy, fluffy tail.

He giggle-splutters, attempting rather ineffectively to fend off the fluff.

The fluff is inescapable. He has earned the wrath of the fox, and the fox has decided to express her wrath in fluff.

Oh no! The fluff! It's so soft! Whatever will he do?

Sneeze, presumably. Or return the stolen rope toy. Either one.

Well. Well. How about instead he scoops the fox off his shoulders and holds her up to his face and nuzzles her fluffy neck. How about that.

Clearly he has decided to give in to the fluff! This obviously counts as a surrender, and she shall accept it with grace. And fluff. She nuzzles him back and attempts to tickle him with her fluffy tail, now that his face is sufficiently fluffed.

He giggles some more.

That sounds like a natural result of being tickled! She should clearly keep it up. No quarter for rope thieves! Only fluff and tickling!

Hmmmmm okay he is done having a faceful of fluff. Time to put her down and pet her.

She finds this acceptable, too. Yes, pets, good.

the softest fox

So soft! So happy to be pet!

Eventually, she even flops onto her back so he can rub her belly.

Eeeeeee. Fluff!!!

It is so tempting to nibble upon him. So tempting. She'd be very gentle about it, but that's probably weird, even with a license to fox. Especially with an acknowledged mutual crush. So she will not be doing that.

Instead she yips invitingly, and motions with her tail towards the wall where he threw her rope chewtoy.

He laughs. It vanishes from the wall and reappears in his hand; he sets it down in front of her.

She is so tempted to immediately run off with it and hide under the bed or bury it outside somewhere. This is not a great thing to do for long term incentives, though. She doesn't want to confuse him and make him hesitant to give her things she asks for because she might immediately and craftily run off with them; there should be a measure of trust between them, even as they play. Therefore: no running off with the toy. Even if it'd be hilarious.

Instead she nuzzles him to say 'thank you,' and settles down to nibble upon her toy. And receive pets. Pets are important.

She is a good soft fox.

She iiiiis! And she's so glad he's noticed.

....

Wait, why is she hungry. Did she forget to have breakfast. Did they forget to have breakfast? Her ears perk up and she reviews the time since she woke up. Yep. They forgot to have breakfast.

She gives a little yip and noses her stomach, then aims her Sad Fox Eyes at him. Look at them! So cute! So sad!

"—oh, right," he says. "Breakfast."

Breakfast!! His repertoire of conjurable food items is amazing; he must know some pretty spectacular memory tricks to keep it all straight.

Both the breakfast and the means by which he conjures it are pretty impressive. She wonders if he cooked all of the conjurable food himself, or if he put a lot of work into searching out places to buy food from to place in the duplication space. It probably doesn't matter; either way, it's tricky to pull off. She gives him an affectionate little nose, and then begins eating.