That's perfect timing if I've ever seen it. I take Starla's cue to rise up off of the couch and stretch for a brief moment. Midnight, who is situated between where I was sitting and where Starla still resides – doesn't pay my motions much attention. As a result, I pat her on the side with my hand to draw her focus to me. "C'mon, let's give em some privacy," I mumble as she flicks her head around to look at me.