"You'd be surprised how many people have tried eating my cat."

Yeah, boy, this conversation was really treading the line of context, especially with kids in the room and everything!

But Summer sighed, gave the bedroom door a look and knew for a fact that Pancakes had been through much worse than randomly appearing ginger kids, looked at Stark with a complicated expression that didn't seem to know if it wanted to be withering or apologetic or maybe even pleading, and then turned back toward the kids after making sure the sash on her robe was firmly in place.

"Alright, then," she said, "you're my kids, so I'm sure you've got some idea of what's going on here. We should probably at least get your guys' names."

"I'm Cass," the girl offered, and hitched a thumb toward the boy, "he's Bixby."

"Bixby?"

Jesus Christ, other Summer.