Continued from {here} w. @shidanchou

The cats.

Marie didn’t believe it for a second, but she had more grace than to out him.

“There’s some in your beard, too,” she teased, lifting herself onto her toes to plant an affectionate kiss on his cheek.

Slinging both her camera bag and her tripod from her shoulder, she hung the bag up on the coat rack and leaned the tripod against the wall, discreetly inhaling the sweet aroma of baked goods.

“Are you burning that new candle I bought?” she asked, tipping her mouth into a knowing smile, taking the hair elastic from her wrist with her teeth and pulling her unruly blonde curls into a loose bun at the nape of her neck.

“Though it smelled differently in the jar.”