>"Ok, will do." Jac says, "Um, with those teeth you might want oven mitts >in case our little friends bite, too." Mira gives him a look that says, 'i'll leave those to you, dear.' softened with a smile. >He leaves. > >"Which one is which?" Lessa asks stepping up to the table and reaching >out stroking the smooth fur of one of the sleeping pair. "I don't really know," Mira said, "They haven't woken yet. I'm kind of hoping they will each respond to their own name." Mira strokes the other of the pair. Mira
