Titania, Rupert, and Annabell all enjoy petting, yes.

Oooh.

They climb over her a bit. 

She freezes when they do.

"They're just being affectionate. I can make them stop if you want."

"I'm not sure what to do."

"You don't have to do anything, as long as it isn't making you feel bad."

"It isn't," she says immediately.

"Yay!"

She smiles tentatively.

Meanwhile, Moira and Stan are showing the others around the White House. Plants have started growing in the hallways. Presidential portraits have moustaches drawn on them.

Jacob is not super sure he likes it here.

Stan points at a crude carving in the ceiling, spelling out "StAN wAs HEre". 

"I totally was."

He giggles.

"Wanna make your mark on history?"

Eyebrow raise.

"You know, 'Jacob was here'!"

Even higher eyebrow raise.

"How high do those things go?"

About this high.

"So, do you wanna or not?"

Headshake.

"You're no fun."

"Am too."

"Do you have statistical proofs of this?"