Someone's cat had kittens. We took him in when he was old enough to be raised away from his mother. He's always been quite shy by nature.

[the word we slips past his lips without thinking, and he moves instead to the doorway that leads to the kitchen. the cat, meanwhile, looks at the hand warily, sniffing the air - his tail flicks in an unsure fashion.]

What do you prefer to drink, Lancer?