It's no skin off her nose. She spares him a passing glance, but she's not keen on talking this out any more than he is.

Now that the cat's out of the bag she'll answer whatever questions he's got, but she's not about to volunteer.


Beaut raises her head and looks back at them, an ear twitching like she's wondering if she's supposed to take a walk around the meadow and give them some privacy.