[He does finally slip his hand away from Scien's, though it's mostly because he uses both hands to settle on the ground, too, and arrange his clothing nicely. He's hardly sitting for ten seconds before another fat cat decides to come join the party, roughly headbutting into his side before running after the toy, too. Now he's got two cats chasing after this stupid wiggly rope, like a pied cat piper...

The vibes are faintly amused.]

I agree. [Unsurprisingly.] And I hope that she will. She should arrive tomorrow, after Robin's death. I suppose we can both speak to her then.