Kittens. After the last few weeks, what could be more relaxing than a petting zoo filled with small, furry, completely innocent animals? Even if they are creatures that seem to confuse love with possession and ownership. Eva tries not to think about that as she mills through the petting zoo, gravitating back to a particularly proud-looking Abyssinian kitten.

And then she hears an incredibly familiar voice, albeit one she never expected to hear in Kittenland. And more surprising, a female voice is with him.

Being the Really Not Nosey type, Eva crouches a bit behind a cage of adorable calicos and listens for a second before interrupting.

"Oh, Sakura, that's a remarkably poor choice of words around a teenage boy. You know that they've got a little hormonal homuculus managing their Broca's center, don't you? I'm sure they taught you that in your medical textbooks."