“Oh, Tiddles, but surely every young lady wants a nice husband and her own adorable little babies. I mean to say, you two and your dear departed father were the most cherished blossoms in the garden of my mortal existence.” “Well, this particular young lady wants herself a nice werecat wife, so there! Besides, Rue is going to loan me hers as much as I like.” “Loan you her husband?” Mother blinked. Percy snorted tea. Prim glared at him. “Fat lot of good you are.” Percy wisely buried his nose in his cup to hide his smile.
