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[chill_whispers]

Nibbling a darkly overdone sugar cookie, Sasha dabs at her eyes as the credits for "Plan 9 From Outer Space" roll. Curled up in a nest of blankets on the living room sofa, she has been indulging in a glut of awful movies, of which this was merely the latest. Davyn lies draped across her lap--Alfdis had grown weary of the films earlier in the

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[vicioussweetie]

And here comes rescue, in the form of Ali. She comes bearing a tray, with Sasha's favorite dinner and a plate of bacon for the good and helpful kitties who have kept her company. Sorry, correction: kitty, since Alfdis abandoned her post.

"Are you hungry, love?"

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"Darling!" Sasha settles back into her nest, while Davyn looks smug and slides off her lap to claim his bacon. "I am. How did you know?"

Smelling bacon, Alfdis pokes her nose hopefully into the room.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali sets the plate of bacon down so Davyn can enjoy it, and gives him a little scritching before she settles the tray over Sasha's lap. One of the legs tries to stick stubbornly, but Ali manages to get it to unfold without spilling anything.

"Lucky guess. Is this what you would like, love, or would you rather have something else tonight?" Dinner is pop tarts, hummus, and insanely spicy curry mixed with butter pecan ice cream.

[chill_whispers]

Alfdis scampers over to claim her share of the bacon, before greedy kitty-pig Davyn inhales it all. Sasha, looking over the repast Ali has brought, smiles gratefully. "Oh, darling, how did you know I wanted a curry? This is so lovely. It's just... just..." She needs to dab at her eyes again.