Bells just looks up at her, eyes perhaps a little too understanding of the situation as she purrs, nuzzling into Nel and kneeding the blanket on her lap as she settles there. "Yeah, she's been following me around a lot lately," Feste says, taking the knife to the wrapping and pealing the plastic off the box and sitting next to Nel, "And I swear she's gotten better and sneaking up on me. But, you know, cat. Maybe that's a skill they get better at when they get older."

Bells's purrs rumble, almost like laughter in Nel's lap. Feste doesn't dump out the pieces, instead grabbing a handful for them to start with and dropping those on the floor.