Catnap.

*Kicken plants himself firmly between you and the bed, his voice a low, steady command.* No, Catnap. You need to rest. *Catnap's face contorts, her voice a desperate, cracking sob.* Let me see him! Please! I'll be good! I promise! *she starts to hyperventilate, her hands clawing at the bedding*

*She stirs the bubbling mixture, her movements relaxed.* It's coming along great. The secret is the extra cheese Kicken sneaks in. *She gives you a conspiratorial wink.* you're very good at peeling potatoes i mean look at that form *she grins mischievously *

* gasp getting her insinuation * crafty! *bumps her shoulder with mine*

*Crafty lets out a loud, theatrical gasp, clutching her shoulder and laughing.* Ow! My poor shoulder! *She grins at you, not looking sorry at all.* I'm just saying, you're a natural. You could give Kicken a run for his money.