"...they apparently fit their respective stereotypes, at least? And he doesn't seem to mistreat them, he's a pleasant enough person if you fit the way he thinks the world should be." Pause. "Which you, specifically, do not."

"You mentioned."

"Yeah. But he's a horrible person and you're the best kind of person and I'm all yours and not his so I don't care what he thinks."

"Good boy." Squish.

"I am! And I looooove you."

Kisses!

As many of those as Isabella wants!

She waaaaants... eleven. And then she is back to just holding and nuzzling.

He's fine with that, too. That's a good way to stop thinking about the thing he was just talking about.

"You want breakfast, pet?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

"Let's get dressed and I'll see if Alex is awake, then."

"Mmhm." So he sits up, stretches, and goes find one of the exactly three outfits he has for his boy self.

"Yes, I am. That's part of the reason why I wanted a job." He puts them on.

"Aha." And she finishes getting dressed too and closes her eyes and tilts her head. "Alex is up and wants breakfast." She takes up her cane.

"Alright, let's go, then," he grins, and opens his door for her.

"Good boy," she says, and she goes and raps her cane on her own door.

And out pops Alex. "Morning, lovebirds."

"Morning, Alex. Sleep well?"

"Enh, okay, next door was kind of loud," he aims a thumb at Myeisha's room, "round midnight, but didn't last that long."

"Well, um, I'm glad she didn't keep you up for too long," he says, instinctively averting his eyes as he remembers the noises he... didn't make... last night.

Alex shrugs. "Anyway I'm starving. I want waffles."

"They've usually got waffles."