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“What?”
“I found a kitten on the way home from the shop!”
Mordred tilted his head, shifting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Cute — and you have it with you why?”
“Because who leaves a kitten out in this weather?!” She holds it up to his face, and it squeaks. It’s a mighty squeak for such a small cat.