Bill is still staring out into the dark street when Theo scares the living daylights out of her by putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Jesus Christ, don't ever sneak up on me like that again!" Bill yelps, whacking him lightly on the arm.

He winces. "Sorry." He looks between her and the open garage door, and the empty car space. His face is impossible to read, apart from a very vague curiosity in his brow. "What happened?"

"Missy… left," Bill says. "I tried to stop her, I promise, but she just wouldn't listen and she wouldn't tell me where she was going-"

He puts his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay."

Bill stares at him for several seconds. He doesn't look surprised to hear this news - exasperated, perhaps, but not surprised.

"Did you hear what I just said? I just told you that your absolutely off-her-nut girlfriend just drove off into the night to see god knows who! What part of that is okay?" She starts pacing. "I bet it's whoever it is she keeps calling-"

"Bill, seriously, she'll be fine-"

"But how can you say that? How can you be so-" Bill stops her pacing short, her head whipping to look at him. "Do you know? Do you know who she's gone to?"

Theo puts his hands in his pockets, regarding her carefully. He seems to be choosing his next words with great thought.

"I have a couple of theories," he says. "If she's where I think she is, then she's absolutely fine. No need to worry."

"And if she isn't?" Bill demands.

"Well, I've considered that."

"And?"

"And it would be very troubling, so best not to dwell on it," he replies, so flippantly and with such a stupid grin that Bill wants to smack him. When he sees how unamused she is, he sobers a little. "Bill, I promise. She's fine. Almost definitely."

"And that almost is good enough for you?"

"I'm not her keeper," Theo says more seriously, moving to leave the garage, forcing her to follow. He suddenly seems tired. "She's her own person, her own reckless and occasionally idiotic free spirit. I'm never going to try and change that about her. Not after everything she's been through."

"But if she's in trouble-"

"She isn't-"

"You just said you aren't completely sure-"

"I'm sure enough!"

Bill doesn't have time to react before Theo winces immediately, even though he'd only partially raised his voice.

"Sorry."

"It's fine, Clara's done way more damage to my eardrums," Bill jokes. His lips twitch, and she smiles at him for a moment, before sighing. "Look, okay, I'll stop pressing it. I get that you don't want to tell me, or whatever. I can't pretend it doesn't sting a bit, but I'm a big girl, I can handle it."

"It's not that," he says, voice and eyes soft. He stops walking where they're almost back at the courtyard, and puts his hand on her shoulder again. "Bill, I do want to tell you. I'm not sure I've ever wanted to tell someone something more in my life. But I can't. So please believe that I mean it when I say that."

Bill swallows, taken aback by the unexpected turn in the conversation. "Oh. Um, well, that… makes it suck a little less, I guess."

"I'll go and find her in the morning, one way or another," Theo promises. "We have bigger problems right now."

Bill doesn't understand what he means by that last bit until they reenter the courtyard and he pulls River off to the side.

"Where did you lot disappear off to?" River asks, perplexed. "And where's Missy? Please tell me you didn't let the queen of chaos loose in my house without a chaperone."

"About that," Theo says sheepishly, an embarrassed little grin on his lips. "She, uh… seems to have borrowed a car from your garage."

"She's what?!" River exclaims, staring at him with bewilderment, then frustration. "Was it even my car? If she's touched Helen or Liv's-"

"It was Liv's," Bill says weakly.

"Then she's gone too far," River says, her brow creasing with proper anger. "I'd ask who the hell she thinks she is, but the answer is fairly obvious-"

Theo looks pained. "River-"

"What the hell would possess her to-" River's eyes widen as she trails off, and understanding flashes over her face. "Oh. Of course."

"Yeah," Theo murmurs.

River squares her jaw, apparently wrestling with her anger and this new revelation. "Well, that doesn't excuse her extremely out of line behaviour. She can apologise to Liv, at least, whenever she gets back."

"I'll drag her back tomorrow."

"Assuming she actually is wherever you think she is," Bill mutters. Although, if River has apparently come to the same assumption, that seems to lend credibility to Theo's claim, so that's somewhat reassuring at least.

Alright, perhaps Bill is just rather miffed about getting left out of all of this. It's not the most mature reaction, but she can't help it. This secret keeping seems so fucking juvenile, so Bill's feeling of exclusion is allowed to be too.

Weirdly, there's a look of sympathy in River's eyes now, and it doesn't seem to be for Theo.

"Well-" River swallows whatever she had been about to say. "She'd better bring that car back without a scratch on it."

"I'll make her buy Liv a new one if she doesn't."

"That isn't the point and you know it," River says, fixing him with a look and he sighs. "If it had been my car? Fine, I'd have done the same to her. But Liv is my-" She hesitates, making Bill lift an eyebrow. "Well, it doesn't matter what she is, exactly. She's my guest and my girlfriend's fiance and very dear to me, and she doesn't deserve to have her property broken into just because your girlfriend has the impulse control of a toddler."

"Of course she doesn't," Theo agrees. "Like I say. I'll bring her back, and she can apologise."

"She'd better."

There are a nice handful of guest bedrooms in River's mansion, so Bill has the smallest one to herself while Clara and Ashildr share another, and if she's not mistaken, Johan and Charley and Chris and Lucie have piled into another, while River's band have the last, even if Bill doesn't know the logistics. She has no idea where Nardole got to, actually.

Regardless, she comes out into the courtyard to find it redecorated for breakfast, Charley setting places on the larger outdoor table she's found from somewhere and directing Chris on where to put everything. Lucie is sitting nearby and looks to be having fun criticising Chris' less than gracious method of moving the chairs around.

"Look who's awake!" Charley says brightly when she sees Bill approach.

"Morning," Lucie says after glancing up from her phone. "Sleep alright?"

"Yeah, you?" Bill asks.

"Fine, we've stayed here a couple of times now, we're used to it, or thereabouts," Lucie says with a shrug. "River even renovated one of the bathrooms a while back when I pointed out there wasn't one with good disabled access, so me and anyone like me that's visiting has an easier time of it." She pauses and reaches for a glass of juice she has nearby, and sips from it. "Have I mentioned that River Song is one of my favourite humans ever? Because she really is."

"Same here," Bill replies, with a grin. "Now, can I really smell food? Who here actually knows how to cook? That's awake?"

"Johan," Chris says, shrugging. "He's apparently taken the vacant occupation of chef, this morning. Since the happy couples don't seem interested in venturing outside of their rooms just yet."

"Well, Theo and River haven't seen each other in like a month, so it's fair," Bill says. "And Helen and Liv did just get engaged."

"Thank god all the guest bedrooms aren't anywhere near the main ones," Lucie says, shuddering. "Don't get me wrong, I love them all, but I don't ever need to hear them having sex." An odd look crosses her face. "Come to think of it, I still think I did hear something-"

"Oh, um, sorry."

They all turn to see Nardole approaching, dressed in the same clothes as the day before, and he's sharing a sheepish grin with Proper Dave, who is a step behind him.

Everyone already in the courtyard stares at them, and Proper Dave blushes a little.

"What? We're all adults here, no need to look at us like that," Nardole sniffs. "Besides, we tried to be quiet."

Lucie makes a face. "Oh god. I'm going to see how Johan's going. And if there's any bleach that might work on my ears in the kitchen. See ya."

With that, she gets up, waving Bill away when she instinctively steps closer in case she needs help, and slowly makes her way out of the courtyard towards where the kitchen must be.

Bill decides to take her seat, finding herself laughing a little as she gets out of her phone and scrolls through the many photos she'd taken the night before, stopping at the one of her with all of the Neverland members.

"You alright if I post this selfie I took with you guys? I think it'd be nice if my fans knew I'm as much of a fangirl as they are," Bill asks Charley and Chris.

"Knock yourself out, we're just as thrilled to have gotten a picture with you, anyway," Charley says with a big grin.

Bill grins back. There's something indescribably wonderful about Charley Pollard. Something about her smile - it's so infectious, as is the cheerful way she talks. She's all bright eyes and big laugh and soft curves, and her morning outfit is apparently the same thing she'd been wearing last night, but without the blouse underneath her waistcoat, and no shoes on her feet.

Bill tries not to notice the soft bit of stomach sticking out between the bottom of the waistcoat and the top of the trousers, which is mostly only visible when Charley lifts her arms and the waistcoat lifts with them. She fails entirely, and the worst part is that Charley catches her looking and flushes at the attention.

"Yes, I have a stomach and I'm not ashamed of it not being flat," Charley remarks airily.

"Oh, god, no, that wasn't why I-" Bill trips on her words, not wanting to just blurt out that she'd been perving as opposed to criticising. "Your stomach is brilliant. You're brilliant - that's why I was looking, or actually, perving, if I'm being honest, and look, fuck modern beauty standards, okay, since when should women be afraid of having stomachs and - shit, you're not a woman really, I know that, but you know what I-"

"Bill, you're word vomiting in gay panic," Nardole says with concern. "You told me to stop you if you started doing that again."

Bill covers her mouth with mortification as she realises everything she just said. Everyone is staring at her.

"I am… so sorry," Bill says to Charley, wanting to be swallowed up by the ground.

Charley looks rather astounded, her cheeks pink, and a funny smile quirks her lips. "Don't be. That was… rather sweet, actually, in a disastrous sort of way. You're lucky you make that work."

Bill smiles back tentatively. "Yeah?"

"Well, in my opinion, anyway," Charley replies, shrugging. "Which is currently the one that matters. Probably should get some control over that mouth of yours before it lands you in trouble with someone else, though. I imagine not everyone will find it so endearing."

Bill sighs. "Yeah. Trying to work on it."

"If worst comes to worst, give them your absolute cutest smile, and I'm sure you'll be fine," Charley laughs, and Bill feels her lips turn up at that. "There, see?"

Bill blushes and everyone laughs at her, so she grumbles and goes back to her phone, posting the group selfie from last night to Instagram.

pottsalotts - first night back in the UK and omg got to meet my heroes -charleypollard -chameleonchris -luciebleedingmiller -johansmith ! #Neverland

The excited fan reactions pour in, and she likes a few of the comments before she's distracted by the appearance of Theo and River. They're the picture of domesticity, River leading him by the hand, him dressed in casual jeans and a Nimons shirt and her in a sundress just a bit too low cut to be demure.

"Morning, all," River says, smiling at them. "Can I smell Johan's cooking?"

"Yes, he's quite enjoying the challenge, I think," Charley says, grinning.

"That I am!" Johan says from a distance, making his way over with a plate in each hand. "Now, anyone who wants to come and help me carry this over since my lovely assistant Lucie isn't able to do so, would be greatly appreciated."

Nardole and Chris move off towards the kitchens to help while Johan reaches the table and sets down the food.

"Everything looks wonderful, but then I expected nothing less from a Pollard of such exquisite taste," he tells Charley, leaning in to kiss her cheek and making her smile and blush a bit.

"Flatterer," she grumbles.

"Never, only the speaker of complete and utter truth."

She whacks him with the pepper shaker, laughing. "You're full of absolute nonsense is what you are. Go on, back to the kitchen to check you've got everything."

"Yes ma'am," he replies, his good mood apparently unbreakable.

Bill watches him go, now immensely curious, and turns her gaze back to Charley. "Are you two…?"

Charley blinks at her. "What? Oh." She flushes again. "Um. No. Not… like that. Not exactly. We love each other, but it's… well, it is what it is, and we'd not want it any other way. If that complete vaguery made any sense whatsoever."

"Do you mean queerplatonic?" Nardole asks, lifting an eyebrow at her.

"Yes! That's the word!" Charley looks so relieved she might cry. "I'd forgotten it completely, which is so ridiculous under the circumstances, but we've never felt the need to, you know, get that specific about definitions, it's just not… us." She looks off into the distance where Johan is coming back, and gets a sappy smile on her face. "He's just… my person. It's as simple as that."

"Nice," Bill says, genuinely happy for her. She always approves of people finding what makes them happy in ways that break from traditional heterosexual views of what relationships have to be.

The food continues arriving, and they all tuck into the wonderful cooked breakfast with gusto. There's a few unconventional takes on aspects of it, but it's all rather good for the most part. The rest of River's band wander in, followed shortly by Clara and Ashildr, and then Helen and Liv, completing their numbers given that Max and Susan had headed home the night before.

Bill is glad that she ends up next to Theo, because she's just noticed something.

"Theo?" she asks quietly, so no one else can hear, which thankfully isn't difficult because everyone else is too absorbed in their own loud conversations. "What's that on your arm?"

Theo pauses with his coffee half to his mouth, and a moment later glances at his right arm, at the strange, round scar a couple of inches above his elbow. It's not usually visible, since he doesn't often wear t-shirts, but Bill recalls having seen it before a couple of times. She'd never paid it any mind, but now she can't ignore it, because she's since seen one almost exactly like it.

Theo turns to look at her. "It's a cigarette burn. Old one. From way back."

"Missy has one. At the top of her leg," Bill says.

Theo swallows. "Yes, she does," he replies, his jaw looking a little tighter than usual. "Saxon has one too. We got into some stupid things back in the day. The three of us were reckless idiots. Living on the edge."

"You gave each other cigarette burns for fun?" Bill asks, staring at him. "How stupid were you?"

"Fairly," he says flatly.

Bill snorts. River glances at them curiously, for a moment, and then at where her hand is entwined with Theo's, before Theo murmurs something to her that sounds reassuring, and her attention goes back to whatever Anita had been saying.

"I should get going," Theo says after breakfast has started winding down, getting up and brushing a kiss on top of River's hair as he does so. "I'll probably… be a while."

"It's alright," River says, eyes calm and warm. "Take as long as you need, sweetie. But when you get back, Missy and I need to have a little talk."

"And won't that be fun," he mutters, but he seems to be in too good of a mood to even withhold his smile. Which makes no sense, under the circumstances.

Bill is now, officially, more confused than she can ever remember being in her life.

"You sure you can't come?" Theo asks, making a face.

"I think we both know that isn't a good idea, sweetie," River tells him, patting his arm. "Now get going. The sooner you go, the sooner you can be back."

He kisses her hand and leaves, and Bill is relieved to see that most of the table is now staring after him or at River with a complete lack of understanding. So it's not just her that has no clue what's going on, at least.

"What was all that about?" Nardole asks. "Has Missy run off again?"

"Something like that," River says, sipping at her tea. "Don't worry about it, darlings."

Bill absolutely does worry about it, and fume about it, but there's not much to be done, unfortunately. She spends her day watching River and Helen and Liv be adorable, and getting to hang out with Neverland, which is the coolest thing ever. They end up working out a mashup between one of Neverland's songs and one of Event Horizon's, so they work on that using the selection of River's instruments lying around, and decide either group can debut it whenever they like.

"We could both do it at Glastonbury, and may the best version win," Bill suggests.

"You're on, Potts," Johan says with delight. "Although I hope you realise half of your lyrics will be lost to my, uh, unique style."

"Counting on it," Bill replies, with a grin. "Can't wait to see what you come up with."

It's not until about seven in the evening that Theo returns, his hand entwined with Missy's. Bill isn't sure what she had expected of them, upon their return, but happy, laughing idiots looking as stupidly besotted with each other as ever certainly wasn't it.

"Oh, they're back," River says, and for a moment she smiles, and then she sighs and gets up. "Well, time to cut their fun short, I'm afraid."

"Before you say anything, there's no damage, I ensured that," Theo tells her as they approach.

"Liv, dear, I'm afraid I've been withholding some information from you," River says, turning to look at Liv, who seems surprised to be addressed but now narrows her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Somebody took the liberty of hotwiring your car last night so that they could borrow it," River says, throwing Missy a dirty look.

"You did what?" Liv asks, staring at Missy. "Why my car?"

"Because it's the ugliest, and I wanted to attract the least amount of attention," Missy replies without missing a beat.

Liv opens her mouth, only to shut it again. "Fair enough. You said there was no damage, Theo?"

"None at all, I promise," Missy says.

"Alright," Liv says, shrugging. "Don't do it again, though, or we're going to have a problem."

"What? That's it?" Helen asks her, horrified. "That's seriously all you're going to say about her just borrowing your things without asking? It would have been a reasonable request if she had, but by just taking it, it's a blatant disrespect for you as a person and-"

"Helen, darling, with the deepest respect, this doesn't actually involve you," Missy says.

Helen gets to her feet and approaches her. "It involves me when you apparently think yourself so above reproach from anyone that you think you can just take whatever you want from whoever you like. I've seen how you operate. Just who the hell do you think you are, anyway?"

The room is silent, and Bill for one had never expected this time of challenge issued by Helen of all people. River and Liv, however, don't look as surprised.

"Someone who does whatever the hell she needs to do, when she needs to," Missy replies calmly. "I appreciate your being protective of your girlfriend, Helen, I do. And it's adorable that you're even trying to push at me like this. But don't think for a second you're any more intimidating than a mouse."

"Hey, don't you dare talk to her like that," Liv says, standing up and going to Helen's side. Helen, who has stepped back, swallowing hard.

"It's fine, Liv," Helen says quickly. "She's right, it was stupid of me, of course I'm not intimidating, I've spent my life shouting at old white men behind desks, and not once did they ever listen. It isn't exactly news."

"No, it isn't fine-"

"I'm sorry," Missy says quietly, and everyone stares at her with bewilderment. "That was. Uncalled for. Cruelty is a bit of a reflex for people getting in my face, I'm afraid."

Helen blinks at her. "I - it's alright."

"No, it isn't," Liv interjects.

"You're not a mouse," Missy continues, stepping forward and taking Helen's face in her hands. "You're a lioness. Remind me to teach you how to roar properly, some time."

"I-" Helen, understandably, seems to have no idea what to say. Bill is similarly dumbstruck, as are River and Liv. Theo is watching with that unreadable face of his. "Alright. That sounds… good. Whatever it means."

"Promise I won't steal your car again," Missy says to Liv. "You're allowed to be more cross with me, though, if you like."

"I don't care about the car," Liv says, calmly. "But if you ever say anything to Helen that makes her get that look on her face again, you're really going to wish you'd never shown your face around here."

From anyone else, Missy would probably have just snorted. But there's something about Liv, the determination in her, however quiet. She cares so obviously, so fiercely, from what Bill can make out. And god, if that threat hadn't somehow been incredibly firm, and believable.

Missy, after a moment of just staring Liv down, nods. "Noted."

With that, the tense atmosphere in the room melts away, and Bill is able to let out a deep breath. Missy looks at her as she does, and smiles, wiggling her fingers in greeting. Bill smiles back.

Theo and Missy stop to have a brief, quiet conversation with River, before heading in Bill's direction.

"Told you I'd find her," Theo says, grinning.

"Where did you even go?" Bill asks. "How far did you drive off that it took him like eight hours to bring you back?"

"Now, that'd be telling, Pottsie," Missy says, tapping her nose and winking. "I told you, I can't say. Big promise, all that jazz, very hush hush."

"Are you drunk or something?" Bill asks. Missy seems lighter than she has in months, happier or giddier or something -

"Nope, just very very very happy," Missy says, sliding into Bill's lap and looping an arm around her shoulders. "I am now a very, very happy Missy." She presses a kiss to Bill's cheek. "I'm sorry if I worried you terribly. But you need to trust me."

"Well, trust goes both ways," Bill can't stop herself from saying.

Missy sighs, her bizarrely good mood fading. "Yes, that's true. I'm sorry." She kisses Bill's cheek again before getting up. "Now, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm thinking we all get incredibly drunk in preparation for this Kovarian interview tomorrow."

River stiffens a little at that. "Yes, I think that's a good idea."

Everyone gets settled with a drink or two. Clara and Ashildr are nowhere to be seen, and River's band as well as Neverland have headed home at this point.

"So, how did you and Theo break up her marriage, River?" Bill asks. "If you don't mind my asking."

River laughs, but there's no humour in it. "Oh. That. Well, the crux of it is simply that a few years ago, we helped her wife realise what a deplorable person she is, by proving that the stories she was trying to print about Amy cheating on her husband with that floppy haired idiot were utter rubbish, not to mention the things she wanted to be saying about me."

"She's also overtly transphobic, but sometimes good at hiding it when it's convenient to her, which was a nice way to sort of seal the deal on Tasha realising she'd married the lesbian equivalent of garbage," Missy remarks, and everyone makes face of distaste.

"Right, well, fair enough, then," Bill replies, eyebrows up.

"But I was happy to, uh, help Tasha cleanse her whole body, on that front."

"Thank you for that completely unnecessary bit of extra information," Liv snarks.

"Anytime, Chenka," Missy says, grinning.

The next morning they head to pick up the UK TARDIS (because yes, they have two, since moving them between major continents is time consuming and it's easier that way) so that they can actually grab a change of clothes before they get ready for their interview.

Ohila makes them all look wonderful in record time, and then they're on the way to Silence Media Headquarters and Studio.

"Everyone feeling alright?" Nardole asks the group.

"Kovarian doesn't scare me, she's just a raging bitch," Missy says, smirking. "I'm going to see if I can somehow drop her divorce into the conversation."

"Do not do that," Theo tells her. "This interview is live, we don't want anything happening that we might regret not being able to take back."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Seriously-"

"Oh god, don't do that," Missy says, wrinkling her nose at him. "You know your serious face either turns me to giggles or weird arousal, and neither of those are helpful right now."

Bill closes her eyes and preys that this interview doesn't end with either Missy or Kovarian dead on the ground. She's not sure their chances are great.

They arrive, meet Clara who had arrived a bit earlier, and are ushered up to the studio level, where they're greeted by a dark skinned man named Manton. Bill isn't sure if it's his last name or his first name - he doesn't specify.

It all blurs together a bit, the niceties and the process, but then next thing she knows, they're walking onstage and smiling at the cameras and the small live audience gathered to watch. Seeing the fans actually makes Bill feel a bit better. Their smiles are infectious and she is more than happy to wave at them.

This is going to be okay. They can do this.

Kovarian sits on a comfortable chair between two couches, and Bill and Nardole settle on one while Theo and Missy sit on the other. Bill has seen her in pictures before, but there's something even colder about her in person. Thin lips painted with dark lipstick, and an unforgiving powerful suit, her dark red hair pinned up behind her head.

Her smile, somehow, seems genuine, if a little sinster due to something in her eye that Bill can't read.

"I'm so glad you could join us for a little chat today, all of you," she says, and seems to mean it, but in a way that makes Bill definitely suspicious.

"So are we," Missy says. "So good of you to have us on your territory again."

Kovarian's lip curls. "Indeed."

She asks them some generic questions about the album to start off with, and the first leg of the tour, and it's easy enough to give pleasant and interesting answers. Kovarian even laughs a little at some of Nardole and Bill's answers (she forces small chuckles at Theo and Missy's).

"Now, Bill, this song of yours," Kovarian says, and a sense of dread creeps up on Bill. "It's certainly reached a lot of acclaim. Are people right in thinking that it was aimed at a specific person?"

Bill feels a lump in her throat. "Yeah, yeah it was."

"And am I right in thinking that, given a lack of any social media announcement on that front, the declaration didn't go the way you'd hoped?"

"Is that really any of your business?" Missy asks Kovarian, sharply.

"No, Missy, it's fine," Bill insists, finding herself wanting to talk about it, oddly. "Um. Yeah. So I wrote it for this girl that I - well, I dunno, I was enamoured with her, I guess. Anyway, I was so sure she liked me back, so I wrote that song. But I guess I was wrong, or did something wrong, and scared her off."

Several people in the audience make 'aww' noises of disappointment.

"And maybe it's stupid, but I still think about her all the time, and every time I go out onstage I keep hoping I'm going to like, look out at the crowd and she'll just be there, like she was before," Bill continues, swallow. "And maybe I'll never stop hoping for that. I dunno. But that's why we'll record it properly and put it on the deluxe version of Black Hole Heart, when we get around to releasing that. Because it's still really special to me, and it's still how I feel."

"Well, if that isn't a tragedy worthy of its own Shakespeare play," Kovarian says, and it's impossible to tell if she's genuinely sympathetic or mocking her. Depends on how petty she is and whether she wishes misfortune on anyone who associates with her enemies, Bill supposes. "Perhaps we can hope for a romantic reunion in the future."

"Maybe," Bill says, even though she has more or less given up hope on the Star Girl front. She's only spoken the truth - she's blown her chance, and she knows that. It's okay. She'll get through it, once she can get these stupid incessant feelings to go away.

"In the meantime, I have a surprise for everybody which is almost as exciting as young lovers coming together," Kovarian says, clasping her hands, a new glint in her eyes that Bill immediately doesn't trust. "Old friends being reunited."

Theo looks at Kovarian sharply, and she pays him no mind, only looking to the audience.

"I want everyone to welcome, for a surprise appearance, the wonderful Harry Saxon!"

The man himself, all sleek black suit and neatly trimmed beard and big grin, strides onto the studio stage, waving and blowing kisses at the audience. He comes to a stop by Theo and Missy's couch, resting his hand on the back cushion as he grins down at them.

"Hello Theo, Missy. Give us a kiss."