Illya put on a jazz record, poured himself a glass of vodka and settled down in his favorite chair. He quickly had both Wellington and Lawan vying for a spot on his lap. Wellington finally gave up and stretched out on the back on Illya's chair, nuzzling his neck occasionally and receiving scratches behind his ears in return as Illya spoke to them.

"You know, I now find that I no longer care what the three of them are up to. I have discovered many new foods that I enjoy and it has kept me from brooding about healing."