[She laughs a little, imagining a small kitten like Lady Di, who'll sleep on her cleavage and purr and purr. Sure, her, get a cat. Cats are too curious and she has a lot of dangerous material at home.]

It's dangerous enough when you poke your nose into my projects, I imagine a pet would have catastrophic results. [Imagine it, explosions caused by cats.

But then, she thinks about what he's just said, looks through the lines of his nerdy stories, and looks back at him. Gaze held.] Does he want Bastet to visit?