Hmmm.... okay. Maybe I'll ask a favor while I'm at it. Get someone else to check on the cats, and I'll just crash here 'till you come home.

[ her voice sounding more and more like a lulled purr, knowing she'll need to get up soon, but he has gotten a little too comfy for her. and this is as close to cuddling with him she will ever get. unless she attempts to coax him to share a bed with her. but that's an ask for later. ]

We can grab a pizza, get your cigars, play soft jazz on my gramophone, play poker. Or maybe give you a trim. How's that sounding?