"Adrian! Adrian let me out! I want to see!" Boston yowled. "That can't possibly be true!"

"I'm not letting you out so you can try to stare at her eyes while she's driving," Adrian told him. "And clearly it's true! She just asked if you could talk, and you'll notice neither of us have been kicked."

Boston made disagreeable noises, but settled back into his carrier with ill-grace.

"And yes, I have a talking cat. He's my familiar. Boston, Yelena. Yelena, Boston." And then, full of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask, "How long have your eyes been open? How? Does my aunt know?"

Surely Muriel would have seen a trap like this, right? Right?