"...I got the recording after the book came out, but I wanted it in audio form, because that's convenient for lab work."

"Ohhh, ok. Sorry for being stupid." It seems having read one (1) smart people book is not enough to conceal her idiocy.

"It happens." Nibble nibble.

"Especially when you're around someone as cute as you."

"Oh, no, do you like me so much that it makes you look stupid?"

"Perhaps."

"I will take it as a compliment when you say dumb shit then."

"Well that's a relief." She positions an arm as far as she can get it around Mo's sizeable middle.

It's not very far. Snug snug.

"Have I mentioned how hot it is that I can't get my arm all the way around you?"

"I don't know that you've said that specifically but I've got the picture that you like 'em vast."

"Indeed I do! And you are so fucking vast. It's wonderful. And so surprisingly sprightly for your size! You're like some kind of forest nymph."

"A fucking what now! Forest nymph! You're a hoot."

"Yeah I like, sometimes I used to fantasize about like, being lost in the forest and wandering into an enchanted glade populated by hot fat forest nymphs, my figure softening as I partake of the magic fruit and enchanted water, having them dote on me and caress my developing curves and stuff."

"That's so fucking cute." Monoceros has a snack stash and finds a miniature pear and holds it up to Katie's lips. "Don't you know it's risky to eat what fey creatures give you?"

"Perhaps." Chomp.

"Mine forever now."

Flustered squeeing.

When the convention is over and they take the submarine back to the lair, Monoceros again spends a lot of time driving, but she lets Katie sleep in her bed and sometimes catches her own Z's in there too.

Katie is excited to be making progress and falling asleep cuddled up against such a glorious mass of flesh.

And now they're back at the lair! The cat is doing fine.

"Hi sweet baby! Did you miss me? I know I missed you."

Albrecht meows at Katie and begins purring profusely as she strokes him. 

"You wanna pet him, Mo? Don't let his, uh, intactness fool you, he's very friendly."

"Sure, why not." Scritch scritch under the chin?