Ginia chuckles softly, her expression a little teasing. /Maybe I need to try more of your cooking.

Dogs are reliable and loyal. Cats are... cats. I like both, though I've only ever been able to feed the strays in my neighborhood. Never had a pet. And really now? Adorable and well-read? Another reason for me to drop by the apartment./

Her expression softens slightly as her arm settles on his arm. That had been one of the things she'd wanted to talk to him about, more along the lines of making sure he was okay more than anything.

/I would say a lot of good things came out of that night. But... I talked to Frederic. How... are things?/