I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my expression stoic as Blake paced about the room, her ears perked up and alert.

"Looking for something?" I asked her, hoping I was able to keep my voice neutral.

"Something," she echoed absently. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated to the point that I could see them from my spot on the bed. Her nostrils flared periodically, trying to catch a scent that wasn't exactly there. "What is that?"

"What's what?"

Blake merely muttered and continued searching, darting back and forth around the room as she looked. I pretended to continue reading my book, keeping an eye on her as she scampered about.

"Do you need some help looking?" I offered, hiding my massive grin behind my book.

"No, no, I can find it, just…" She inhaled deeply, ears twitching. An annoyed little growl buzzed in her throat. "What is it?"

"You don't know what you're looking for?"

"Not exactly…"

Blake growled and searched for a few more minutes before giving up with a huff, collapsing into her bed. I laughed and grinned over at her. "Couldn't find whatever?"

"No, I—" She sat straight up, then, ears perked and quivering. "What—" Blake lifted her pillow and brought it up to her face, inhaling deeply. She began purring delightedly. "It's my pillow?" she wondered aloud.

My shoulders were shaking as I tried to stamp my laughter down. "You were looking for your pillow?"

Blake was too busy rubbing her face on her pillow and purring loudly for a moment to answer. "No, it… smells different." She laid down on the bed, pillow clutched tightly in her arms. She rolled around on her bed for a moment, purring, and then paused in realization, giving me a suspicious look. "What did you do?"

I cackled, sitting up and pulling a small spray bottle out from under my own pillow. "Catnip spray." Blake stared at me, incredulous. I grinned at her. "I just wanted to see what you'd do?"

She growled. "Yang, I am going to kill you." Blake paused, then, and buried her face back in her pillow, rolling onto her other side with a delighted purr. She pointed at me, her face still pressed into the fabric. "As soon as this wears off," she promised, voice muffled, "you're going down."

I just laughed at her.