Adrian Blackwood

Adrian and Rey'd had a date planned for tonight - nothing major, just some spending a bit of time together. But when he saw the reindeer made of lights wandering through the Grove, he'd had a much, much better idea than just cooking dinner and maybe enlisting her help with making Christmas gifts.

"Do you think telling her to dress warmly will give it away?" he fretted at asked Boston. Boston, who was once again reminded how much energy Lydia-kitty had, opened one weary eye. "Yes," he said. "Telling her to dress warm in December is surely only something one would do if they were up to something."

Adrian scooped up Lydia-kitty, pulling her away from her current favorite toy: Boston's tail. "It's not that cold," he scoffed.

"Spoken like someone who grew up in a forest in Massachusetts," Boston said, letting his eyes drift shut again. "You should tell her to dress warmly. You'll only fuss if you don't."

"Good poi--hey! I don't fuss!"

Boston was not inclined to dignify that nonsense with a response. Not when there was prime napping to be done, and he was going to take advantage of it while Adrian entertained Lydia.

"Oh! Oh! Boston, I know the best way to handle this!" Adrian said, excited. He read off the text he'd just sent Rey. "Don't forget to dress warm--Baby, It's Cold Outside. Get it? Like the Christmas song!"

...If anybody needed Boston, he'd be hiding under a plant in the greenhouse. Emphasis on hiding.

[For the aforementioned date, if you'd be so kind!]

After two weeks away from home as a houseplant, Adrian was only too happy to get back to his grove. He had all sorts of plans: check his plants, make something filling for dinner, take a bath in his greenhouse...

Only to come home to both a cranky Boston and...another cat entirely. Who was also not Yelena.

"Who...?" Adrian asked. "Is that...?"

"This is Miss Bennet," Boston said acidly. "She stopped by this morning to check on me and, in so doing, turned into a cat."

"Huh," Adrian said. "...Runs in the family?"

With another acid glare, Boston turned away from his witch and stalk off, tail and nose both high. Adrian sighed, picking up the small cat and cradling her to his chest. "He's just mad he's gonna have to share the tuna," he said, following Boston inside.

[Establishy! Lydia-kitty modded with permission!]