Trystan pouted, hugging Sam closer. "Yeah, they're fluffy alright. That's why I don't like baths." He sighed, shaking his head, his tail vibrating lightly in her hand. Slowly his frustrated facial features softened, and he sighed, releasing Sam from his grasp with a small kiss on her forehead. "Well, Tigger, you and the new girl gonna wash up or can we head out?"