"Oh, now that's a new argument. This only goes to show you've been living with us longer than most, though, if you want Reese, I suppose I can take you to her, if Lady Mae doesn't mind dealing with this human and his group by herself," he said, nodding to her, and then flicking his wrist, tossing the tiny mouse a ways into the air before snatching him so that he was enclosed by the paw-like hand's fingers, rather than held lightly between a few claws.<br/><br/>"I suppose I'll head home with you then, and we'll see what games Reese might want to play with you," he proposed to the mouse, taking a bit of pleasure in his grip, which was enough to prevent movement, though not of crushing height as he walked away from Mae and her own micro toy, toward his home. Reese, being who she was, would be at home now, more than likely. She often worked only an hour or so before returning home to rest. No one complained about that, considering she produced more milk than any three of the other women in the village, a fact she was quite proud of herself.