"Ser Pounce-a-lot...like that tiger I always drew in the margins of the books in the Tower?"
He grins at her. Oh, she knew him too well.
"Love, that is a perfect name. Absolutely perfect."
And then she's handing him the kitten and vomiting again, and he winces.
"Maker's breath, love, you really are sick...okay, let Doctor Anders take care of everything. We'll figure out what's wrong with you, won't we, Pounce?"
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Date: 2011-10-15 05:49 pm (UTC)He grins at her. Oh, she knew him too well.
"Love, that is a perfect name. Absolutely perfect."
And then she's handing him the kitten and vomiting again, and he winces.
"Maker's breath, love, you really are sick...okay, let Doctor Anders take care of everything. We'll figure out what's wrong with you, won't we, Pounce?"
Ser Pounce-a-lot mews happily.