She sweeps him into her lap and kisses him. "You were stuck alone on another planet for a long time! You can be happy to see me in person after comparatively little time away."

"Hmm, sure, but I think I'll probably want to keep this forever. I like being this happy whenever I see you."

"That's fine too. It can be like how you are about food."

"Of course not, you're way better than food." Snuggle snuggle.

Bite. "I mean in terms of how you didn't taste food properly for a while and then you did and now you are permanently delighted by food, not in terms of magnitude."

Squirm. "Ah, yes. Then you can be just like food, even though I'm the one being nibbled on."

"You're very nibbleable." Nibble nibble.

Squirm squirm shiver. "I live to satisfy your every desire."

"Good boy," she purrs.

Gosh, she's in a bitey mood.

Sadde enjoys Isabella's bitey moods very much!

Marvelous.

Whimper.

Ooh, noises. Noises are nice.

Here, she can have some more of those, Sadde's a great source of 'em.

"My lovely," she purrs.

There was something about surfaces in this apartment, wasn't there.

He seems to recall something like that, but the memories are fuzzy and vague—he doesn't have an eidetic memory, after all. She might want to remind him.

Show don't tell, they say.

Oh yes, they do, don't they. That works for Sadde as well.

Good boy.

"So," she remarks later, untying his wrists, "dinner?"

"Ooh, yes! Do you have more delicious places like that one?"

"I gave you options when we went there, remember? There's loads of places."

"Right! Hmmm I'm between Chinese and burgers..."

"There's also pizza, I did not mention pizza the other night."

"Oooh pizza!"

"That sounds like a yes on pizza, all right." Now he is untied. "Get dressed, pet, no pizza for the nude."