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“Your standards must be soooo different from mine. Kay. Um. The remote is in the round chair, ask if you need any help, do you want anything to drink?” Summer paused in the hallway, looking back at Tom. “I’ve got soda, fruit juice, a little wine, water … no beer, but there’s cider.”
Tom smiled lightly to her, “Ah, water would be just fine..” He nodded, thanking Summer right after.
“‘scuse me for a sec,” she called down the hall. “Someone seems to think they’re starving to death!” There was a rattle of small objects, quickly followed by the thunder of four-footed animals. A dark, tiny cat flashed past Tom in a blur.
Summer returned, bearing a glass in both hands. “That should keep them busy for a bit.”
Tom moved aside as the little cat ran past him, chuckling as they all thundered across the room to Summer. “Your cats are certainly cute..” He laughed, watching them.
“That’s their job,”she grinned back. “Somebody’s got to do it. So, Shakespeare?” She offered one glass to Tom, gesturing with the other to the pile of pillows on the floor.