"Yeah, I guess," she says, leaning into that kiss. She's still not quite happy about it. Over the days, she's found she's become just as attached to Joanna as she was to Curtis. Which made sense in a strange way. She just didn't want the little beastie to feel ignored.

She takes Curtis's mug from him and sets it on the side table with her own. And then she unceremoniously wraps his arm around her shoulders, her whole body nestling against his side. "So you know, furface, half of these snuggles are yours."