Lydia Bennet

With each other, and with the cats.

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Rey was probably more of a dog person than a cat person, which did not at all mean she wasn't so happy right now. How had she even gotten a cat in her arms that fast?

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Lydia also already had a cat in her arms, so. "Miss Skywalker! What do you think?" Cats. Cats everywhere.

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"I'm not around enough to have a cat and I'll need to be reminded of that," Rey said.

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"Oh, I find that they mostly take care of themselves," Lydia said airily, though she did have to allow that, "Of course, my experience was not entirely...standard, I suppose."

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Rey still wasn't sure that it would be entirely fair in her case, but she was more curious now.

"Is it much different?" she asked.

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"Well, Kitty had thumbs part of the time, which she said were a tremendous help."

Lydia hadn't heard about polydactyl cats yet, and that was perhaps for the best. She would teach them all sorts of bad habits.

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"The ability to open doors seems like both a good and a bad thing," Rey mused.

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fears_no_one

"What the f--"

Flint swallowed his tongue. "I didn't realize the name of the shop was not in jest."

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"It's a 'cat cafe!'" Lydia explained, delighted. "Where we can socialize with cats in need of new homes!" Wouldn't you benefit from the companionship of a pet, Flint?

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"Your thoughts?" Rey asked, smiling.

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"I was really hoping this was going to be a bar," Logan grumbled. He showed up hoping that, Lydia! Why did you take this from him?

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"It's much better," Rey told him. She still had not let go of this cat.

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"...is it?" He was doubting this, Rey!

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Rey held out the cat in case he wanted to take it, or let it.

Do it, Logan. Embrace the fuzz.

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"No, that's not--" Great, now he was holding a cat. "Jesus fucking Christ."

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"Trust me," she said. "He's pretty cuddly."

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"This thing pisses on me and I'm blaming you," Logan informed her.

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Rey cared not!

"If it does, he's just a cat being a cat," she stated.

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"Whyever should it be a bar?" Lydia asked, confused.

Well, now that she thought about it, the name of the cafe did have some similarity to some taverns, but still!

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"It sounds like--" Well, he couldn't say titty bar, could he? But he for sure thought it. Very clearly thought it. "--a sort of bar."

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"I suppose it could be the name of a tavern or public house," Lydia had to allow, because hadn't she thought the same? "But there's usually a 'the,' isn't there? The Cock and Bull, or what have you." What?

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With cats.

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