"Red." She snorts, softly. It is, she supposes, within the spirit of their agreement. She chooses one at a time. It's certainly better than Captain Chief Boss Lady and she'll take it happily.

"And I'll return to my kitten wrangling and note taking." Remi mews once more from where he's curled in her lap. He is not her kitten. Not at all. Just as Red is not a complication. Not at all.


Except yes.