"Dun do that!" Zephyr play shouted.

But, it was too late.

Pip heaved herself across the bar, her feet dangling off of the inside edge and rubbed herself on Teresa's shoulder in earnest, chasing her hands as she stroked her hair.

"The Pip thing. There'sa reason the one dude we live with thinks we're secretly cats."

"Painting now," purred Pip (fittingly enough), "That's a great idea! Much tastier en BBQ'd Leo."



(OOC: I would be flattered #^_^#.)