Mango, of course, is laser focused on following the scent of a creature she's never encountered before even though it's all over this apartment. She trots under the table, floppy tail wagging excitedly, and completely misses that Nibbles is on the table.

K is silent, his fingers smoothing through the wrinkles natural in the cat's skin, stroking under his chin just where he likes.

"You said you feel safe. Do you... Enjoy what you get out of it?"