#deeply silly

The kitchen smelled lovely - fish heads poaching on the stove, a fragrant waft of cheese from the board Gale was filling up beside it. Tara settled contentedly into her preferred chair. Her eyes had just fluttered closed for a delicious pre-dinner nap when Gale's mumbled song resolved into words.

He had come to set a dish on the table, and she could hear little snatches of lyrics. A bit rude when she was clearly trying to sleep, but oh well.

"Little laaady, tressym mine,

Fluffy feathers, eyes that shiiiine,

Flies and purrs and casts a spell,

Snores at night but hides it well..."

Tara's eyes flew open. Gale had returned to the stove, now singing loudly and confidently, though as before his tone wandered in and out of tuneful.

"Little lady Taaaaaraaaa..."

"Mr. Dekarios!"

Gale spun, looking faintly guilty. "Yes?"

"Show some respect! Why, I'm considering breaking the household ban on Fireball. What a song!"

"But you are fluffy, Tara, there's no point denying it."

"Snores at night! I never!"

"It's quite a melodious snore, really. There's a bit of a fluting sound to it."

"Oh! No respect whatsoever!"

Gale grinned, then ducked his head in apology. "I'm sorry. I'll find more appropriate lyrics next time."

Tara said nothing, instead turning in her chair to show him her back. Next time. Pfft.

"I'll find more appropriate lyrics and I'll add crab to the pate. Will that please you, Lady Tara?"