Stephanie stared sulkily at her carton of ice cream for a moment. She could do a good enough job of lacerating herself without extra assistance. She continued eating though, forcing herself to remember that he was probably angry as well as concerned, and furthermore, that he was right.

She flirted with saying something acidic, but bit her tongue. She took another bite of the ice cream.

Sancho melodramatically flopped on his back and looked up at her, as if daring her to continue sulking. He opened his mouth and meowed loudly, splaying over a huge portion of the table.