Tigers are also smarter than housecats, and Molotov is smarter than birds, and when was the last time anyone even saw a cat who wasn't also Molotov anyway?! She is usually the castle cat too, knock on wood, and right now she's a little too busy being a fairy. So buzz off, Samson.

There's a tiny, tinkly little sigh, but Molotov stands her ground. She doesn't know how long this will last, and she doesn't want to be stuck doing whatever Brock wants the whole time. But she floats up from the table to his face, leaning in to kiss his cheek, leaving a little sparkling mark behind.