Home 24: A house in this market?

[Felandria]

Fel's House

What! But I... It's slowly dawning on Violet that she did not convert last night. Maaaaan.

Reginald will certainly be getting tonnes of scritches. Yeah that sounds dope, hey, listen, we <farced> last night, right? Violet, Reginald does not need exposure to this sort of language at his young age. Right?

Felandria blushes and seems genuinely taken aback.

Oh, my, of course not.

I would never dream of taking advantage of you when you were drunk.

Of course, now that you’re sober, we can reconsider.......

Felandria winks.

"Steak is good."

I'm not sure she's ever had biscuits. It doesn't seem likely.

"Don't talk much, do you Reginald?" Neverest chuckles, going to pat the creature with a mitten-covered hand.
Even when not buried in blankets, she's completely covered up by layers of jackets, sweaters, shawls, ponchos, scarves, masks, gloves, mittens, more scarves, etc.
Nothing but eyes visible to prove she isn't actually a heap of winter clothing brought to life by holiday magic.
Which I guess could still be true. No one's proven otherwise.

Fel turns to the sentient pile of winter clothes.

Are you cold, friend?

I could turn the heat up if you like.

Meanwhile, Reginald continues to allow himself to be patted and scritched.