Five hours later… The chaos became a routine.
Raya was now:
✔ Sitting beside me like a gigantic guard dog, one head on the left, one on the right
Resting her heavier head (I called this one Raya 1) on my lap
Using her sassier head (Raya 2) to glare at Sir Alex every time he breathed
Swatting Henry with her tail whenever he attempted to approach me
Accidentally stepping on Joff—twice—because she "forgot he was there"
Attempting to braid Coffi's hair with her claws like she was playing makeover
Growling in dark-magic sass tones at Chubby
Purring—YES, PURRING—whenever I scratched her chin scales
Her purr sounded like a small avalanche. A vibrating boulder. A natural disaster with feelings. Sir Alex watched it all, horrified beyond mortal comprehension. "This is unnatural," he muttered.
I beamed. "Thank you!"
