"Sure." The title of the book sounds an invitation for an hour-long nap. It's pretty much perfect. Without trying to read the back and see what exactly it's about, he offers Jade a spoonful of tonight's dinner, blowing the rising steam off.

"Here." He holds the spoon up to Jade's lips once he's certain no tongues will be burned. When Irvin rubs against his legs, tail slapping his thighs, he glances down. "No, Irvin, that's not for you. Go to your bowl."