Regina lets out a long series of meows as she walks around the room, sniffing gingerly at the clothes on the floor; then, affecting nonchalance, she leaps onto the desk and curls up.

Susan, meanwhile, goes to perch on the side of the bed, pressing a kiss to Lancelot's cheek, sliding a hand down his back. "Do you know," she says, curling against him, "it's just occurred to me that we've still got time before lunch. Was stumbling across me when you did a happy accident, then?"