“It was hard to tell,” she laughed, dropping the other subject. “Panther was almost as laid back as Helios, so if he got drunk it didn’t change his normal behaviour much. He still just laid around and purred.” Summer gestured to the short couch. “You don’t have to sit on the floor, you know.”
“Fair enough – at least he wasn’t a hyperactive drunk, I suppose!” Isaac smiled then, before he nodded and hauled himself upright, trotting over to perch on the very edge of the sofa. “So what homework were you doing?”
“I have to write a paper on Jane Austen. It’s not /hard/, I just can’t concentrate.” She forbore to mention that /he/ was the reason she couldn’t concentrate. “It’s not due for a couple weeks anyway, I just wanted to get a head start.” Summer turned the glass in her hands, looking down at the way the ice moved.