Matilda walked over to Ragnar and deposited the cat on his lap. Ragnar blinked at her, startled. “Comfort,” Matilda explained. Go Mi Nam dutifully purred like a runaway bulldozer. “Do I not get comfort?” Leon asked sadly. Matilda walked around the table, hugged him gently, and patted his hair as if he was a dog. “It will be okay. You can shoot people next time.”
