She blinks. "That was not on the list."

"I haven't done it in a while, too busy being a pigeon, so I forgot. But not doing it because I'm too busy being a pigeon and not doing it on purpose are kind of different."

"I guess. Do you even know you don't have anything now?"

"...Not for sure, and I can't go to the doctor because in hiding and also pooka. So." He shrugs.

"Oh, yeah, I guess that's a thing, isn't it."

"Yep."

"Oh well, in health class we did this entirely embarrassing section about, like, Alternatives."

Trouble giggles. "Oooh, alternatives," he says, hugging her.

Snuggles! Are those an alternative or their own thing? They are nice, anyway.

Snuggles are awesome.

So awesome! Kisses are also awesome.

They are. They are that. Mmmmmm.

Rhea is totally digging the romanced-by-a-paranormal-young-adult thing.

Awesome. Because the paranormal young adult in question is totally digging Rhea.

Snuggles. Does he like tummy rubs when he is not a cat?

"Ticklish pooka."

"Yep!" he says, still giggling, and he snuggles up and gives her a giggly kiss.

Tickles. Less accidental tickles.

Giggles! So many giggles.

And kisses. Giggly kisses.

"Best pooka."

Giggly hug! Squish.

Squishy hugs.