“Right back at you, Growly.” Trotting over towards him, Aphid circled around the wary biped much like a shark laying claim to its prey. To his credit, Mr Growls didn’t even flinch as her short grey tail flicked over to brush his nose as her rump slid past. Aphid finished the circling by ducking under an arm and draping herself down over his lap with a content sigh. “Now how about you give me a more solid greeting, hey?”