Then he will have a very cumbersome tray. Isabella giggles at him.

"Whot? It'sh tshty!" he says with his mouth full.

"You're cute." Scritch.

Swallow. Grin.

"I think I'm gonna see if Jackson's up for a movie in town later," he muses.

"Okay, pet." She kisses the top of his head.

"...after I'm done eating," he adds. Nom.

"That's probably the best plan."

"Why did you never tell me food was this good?" he asks in mock outrage.

"I did, pet, that's why you have a sense of taste now."

"I meant before!"

"I didn't know you were missing it!"

"Hmpf," he says, and giggles.

Scritch scritch.

And then he's done eating. Jackson still around?

Yup, he went back for a muffin.

Okay! "I'll see you later, ma'am."

"See you." Smooch.

He scoots over to Jackson. "Hiya!"

"Hi," says Jackson.

"How're you doing?"

"I'm fine, how are you?"

"Fine too. How're classes going?"

"Okay. There was a smiley face on my last quiz and everything."