It was... Mostly silent on the first warm day in spring, Other then Nico's snores and the turtles little grunts here and there. You were practically trapped in one of the Cajun cat's arms. After a few minutes of squirming, you finally gave up. Resting your head on his chest, Nicodeme's arm pulled you closer as he stirred awake. He slowly blinked and he looked around before glancing down at you. "... What's with all the squirming Chérie?"