Woman in Black: Hey, ah . . . Which of these million brands of cat food do you recommend?
Thorn: Did you just get your first cat?
WiB: . . . it’s that obvious, huh? Uh, she’s a 2-year-old with no health issues, if that’s important.
Thorn: Well, my cat does have health issues . . . which give her unusually picky tastes.
Thorn (thinking): Technically, a therapeutic soulbond is a health issue.
Thorn: What was yours getting before you got her? Or did she stop eating that?
WiB: No, I just . . . ran out. She came with this little mostly-empty bag of Meownton Tabby? And I don’t see any more of that around here.
Thorn: Oh, that stuff’s right around the corner! I can show you.
WiB: Really? Thanks!
Thorn: No problem. What’s your cat’s name?
WiB: I’m still deciding. What were your runner-up options from when you named Tiernan?
Thorn: Well, if she’d been a different color, I liked —
— hang on. I never told you my cat’s name.
Who are you? Are you following me? Do you stalk people on commission, or is this just a hobby?
WiB: Whoa, whoa! Okay, listen, you know how you’ve had suspicions about running into a magically-unmemorable secret agent? That’s me! We’ve met on the job several times. We’re on the same side!
Although this time, I swear it’s a coincidence and I really just needed cat food.