Christine giggled and at that observation, Chéri giggled back “Oh, you have NO idea!” He promised, chuckling a little more. Chéri shrugged “Is that what you like best? Food and books?” He asked, curiously, brushing his temple against her dress, very cat like. It was a surprising type of tenderness, still. He hadn’t gotten used yet.

Chéri batted his long lashes and made very wrong assumptions “What do you not have?” He whispered, without moving, trying to read that sigh. That wasn’t an attempt at seduction, he decided. She was clearly not thinking about him.

“We manage does not sound like happiness to me.” Chéri rebuked, then he looked up “But I don’t know if I am an happiness expert. I know other things better.”