[She tosses him a smile in return, then refills her glass of wine while she's still standing.]
No, none for him, he'll get sick.
[Settles back on the couch, drawing her legs beneath her. Mugen has just about finished his beer. He licks his whiskers, then gives a slightly wobbly jump onto her lap, where he curls up in contentment.]
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No, none for him, he'll get sick.
[Settles back on the couch, drawing her legs beneath her. Mugen has just about finished his beer. He licks his whiskers, then gives a slightly wobbly jump onto her lap, where he curls up in contentment.]