Selina did not plan for company tonight.

She almost sent you away when you turned up at her apartment unannounced and uninvited. Almost. But she didn't. And as she bustles about in the kitchen, perhaps being slightly louder than necessary about the process of preparing a pot of tea - it's pouring out, you look like a drowned kitten, hot drinks are a must - she's still not entirely sure why she didn't send you away.

It's not because she'd missed you or anything. Pfft.

When she finally heads out to the living room with a steaming mug in each hand and a still slightly put-out expression plastered on, she finds you sitting on her couch, with one cat curled purring in your lap as you scritch its ears, and another sprawled contentedly on the floor by your feet, batting at one of your shoelaces. It's enough to make it a bit difficult for Selina to keep the put-out expression on her face.