[ Ah. More than the muffin, more than the cat, that warms his heart. He watches as her face lights up, enjoying the warmth of it; he'll always have a soft spot for mothers. Perhaps because his own worked so hard -- right up until the end. His fingers work beneath Mochi's chin as a grin creeps onto his face, his tone finally taking on a note of playful. ]
Well, excuse my forwardness, Cass, but I never would've guessed you to be mothering age.
[ Alright, so he's not great at this friendly flirtation thing, but he's trying. At least Nat's not here to give him hell over it. ]
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Well, excuse my forwardness, Cass, but I never would've guessed you to be mothering age.
[ Alright, so he's not great at this friendly flirtation thing, but he's trying. At least Nat's not here to give him hell over it. ]