Helios considered the petting fingers, drawing his head back out of range, and then licked Isaac’s hand, before reaching up with one paw to hook on the edge of the glass and tug it down.
“I don’t — know.” Summer considered it. “I mean, I think it depends on what kind of services you get?”
“Don’t you have your own bowl to drink out of? I don’t know if cats even like lemonade,” he murmured with a chuckle, angling the glass downwards to allow Helios to peer inside, whilst mentally vowing to ask Summer for a clean one for himself.
“I guess so. I mean, I’m kind of living with a friend and his mom at the moment, so maybe…” He trailed off then, brows furrowing together as he chewed at his bottom lip.
She frowned. “Wouldn’t the stuff your family had go to you? You should have some money, seriously.” Helios sniffed at the stuff inside the glass, then let go and padded over to make sure Summer was drinking the same thing. She held the glass for his inspection wordlessly, and then he wandered off to the kitchen. “I used to have a cat who drank beer,” she commented, watching the fluffy tail wave.