“If we’re her parents,” I say, trying to keep my voice even although I’d really like to let out a happy scream, “she needs a name. The cat I had when I was little was named Lady.” For some reason, that makes him snort. “Sorry,” he says, checking the water temperature with his finger. “Just makes me think of Game of Thrones. Which we’re watching next, by the way.” “Um, no. I was going to suggest Twilight.” “We’ll watch both.”
