Lachlan whooped, already halfway to the small stack of DVDs they'd pulled from a dark electronics store weeks ago. "Bless you, Captain Doom. Hot salty noise plus mindless explosions. We live like kings." He flipped cases until he found the right kind of numb. "Action or more action?"
Sera's creature hummed. Noise calms pups. Good noise. Loud teeth on a leash. She didn't tell it that men weren't pups. The creature didn't seem to care.
Lachlan tossed the disc in and flopped to the floor with the bowl balanced on his knees. He shovelled a handful into his mouth, then, without looking, offered the bowl up over his shoulder toward Sera. She didn't need it. She took it. The sound he made in his chest, satisfied and stupid-happy, matched the purr in hers enough to be embarrassing.
