Kate stops mid-chew, eyes flicking to Tommy as he speaks. To be honest, she wasn't actually expecting a kitten story. And for how insulting the idea had seemed, now that he's actually telling it...

She snorts, almost choking on her raspberry sauce. She covers her mouth, having the decency not to laugh at him outright. She looks as sympathetic as she can, and then — well, she doesn't have to pretend anymore.

With a sigh, she straightens and heads to his side ('his side') of the bed, feeling indulgent — and a touch wrong — bringing her pastry with her.

She settles next to him, feet braced on the floor.

"So y'really do rescue cats? Even if y'can't stand 'em?"