Maharib was having an extremely pleasant dream of chasing fat, lazy mice when a very interesting aroma caused his little nose to twitch. Fishies. Mmmmmm…definitely fishies. He opened his eye.
Sara's mate had just entered the cave and he carried a paper sack in his hand that was exuding the delightful smells. Obviously, he was a good influence on the human, who was finally learning to bring suitable gifts for Sara. Of course, only the very best would do for Maharib's human, so he jumped down from the soft-thing and padded over to Leonard-Snart-human and wrapped around his ankles.
"None of that, Cat," the human said curtly, holding the bag up out of reach. "This is for Sara."
Maharib meowled imperiously. Well, of course it was for Sara. Dead fishies were an excellent courtship offering. He just wanted to be sure that they were the finest fishies available, that's all. Just a little sample. For quality control. He reached up and set his paws against Leonard-Snart-human's leg.
"Sara! I brought dinner. Want to call off your little friend?"
Sara-human poked her head through the entry to the water-cave. Maharib noted disapprovingly that her fur was damp. He hatedwet fur.
"What'd you bring me?"
"Sushi. Ow! Dammit!" Leonard-Snart-human held the bag up with one hand while he tried to disengage Maharib's claws from his leg with the other.
Sara shot Snart a funny little sidewise glance. "Sushi, huh? Are you getting dating advice from my cat?"