Amy rolled her eyes at the smirk and continued munching on the Lucky Charms knock-off, but set her bowl aside as Yasha made his appearance. Yay, puppy. She waited until he'd eaten the treat Song had offered, then knelt, holding out a hand.

"Hey Yasha, c'mere. Good puppy, want a scratch?" What she wanted was an explanation as to why James was in the house, but she doubted she'd get one. Couldn't hurt to ask anyway, right?

Ha.

"So is there a reason you're in our kitchen?"