They got inside and the mouse frowned. "That's boring." Dali powered up, his yellow eyes glowing. "Good evening, Aspen. How was your day?"
"Mo," he said primly, crawling down her arm to sit on her desk. "At least, I think that's my name. Who even knows at this point?"
He nodded and headed into the kitchen. Mo looked around, pacing on top of the desk. "How long have you lived here?"