"Thank you, ma'am. And for that matter I should possibly find a job myself."

"Sure. I'll get you enough to cover a laptop and you can go hunting."

Squirm.

"Pet?"

"...laptops are kinda expensive."

"Were you planning to look in newspaper classifieds?"

"Or find a library and use a computer there," she shrugs.

"If you'd rather. I can afford a laptop for you, though."

"I'm not sure to what extent I should... get rid of this feeling?"

"What feeling is it exactly?"

"That I should not impose on you too much when I can obtain the same results I want with some... effort of my own? It sounds kinda silly when I put it like that. It's, uh, I should get rid of it to some extent, the decision to run from your mom's place was fueled by that and was definitely a bad decision."

"Yes it was."

"But on the other hand the decision to just lounge on your couch all day and mooch off you feels like a bad one, as well."

"Pet, I suggested you job hunt on the hypothetical laptop. I will not begrudge if you also choose to play Bejeweled but seriously."

"No, I know, what I mean is that this would be the other extreme of the thing, so. I want to know where in that spectrum I should put myself."

"I find it really unlikely that you of all people will lie on my couch doing nothing productive for any psychologically unnecessary amount of time. It would be reasonable if there was a psychologically necessary amount of time, you've been stranded on an alien planet all by yourself for entirely too long, but I don't see a need to command you to make yourself useful when your personality will inevitably cause that sooner or later. It's okay if this involves more working on magic than earning money, too, I make enough."

She sighs. "I love you. And I love it when you're all reasonable."

"Good." Smooch.

Smoooch!

"So I think I shall accept the laptop since it's bound to be useful beyond job hunting, in general."

"Good. I don't like loaning mine out." Hair-ruffle.

Giggle.

And they can stay up snuggling and contemplating magic for a bit, and then go to bed in the nice big queensize. Isabella has an alarm; it goes off at seven-thirty and she kisses her pet before hopping out of bed to get ready for work.

Mmm her pet doesn't actually have to get up, as such; however, he does want to spend as much time around her as possible, so he gets himself (slightly more) awake and sits up, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"If you put on pants and do it quick enough you can come with me to the bagel place."

Well there's a good incentive if he's ever seen one.

Pants! ...and also a shirt! Because it is cold! And jacket!

He is in fact quick enough.