"He's a baby," Era says lightheartedly, still clearly amused. "From what I understand of them, fussing is a requirement."

Not in any of the seven hells would Hythlo refuse pets from a person he likes. He'll shove himself right into Honerva's touch the moment she offers.

"I've cut us some fruit for a salad, and the cookies should be done in a few moments." She wipes her knife dry on her apron before the juices can dry on the blade. "You've no allergies to any fruits do you?"