She laughed as the taxi parked outside her building. "I'm telling Finn," she said in a singsong voice.
She paid the driver and got out of the taxi, a small smile on her face. "A fish being indifferent? That's crazy."
"Hm. I suppose you're right," she said, taking his hand as they entered the building. "Let's just agree not to tell him anything. Does that work?"
She began to climb the stairs, glancing back at him with a smile. "Fish are very intuitive, Craw," she said evenly. "Don't underestimate him."
"Hm. As smart as you are, I still don't think he is clever enough to understand," he said with a smirk.
They got to her room and she turned to him with a cocky grin. "Who is the scientist here? You or me?"
She frowned playfully and stepped forward, straightening his lapel. "Not quite," she said, glancing up at him. "One more guess."
She laughed deeply before kissing him, her fingers brushing the back of his head. "Yes," she said when she pulled away. "Tom."
"Whatever intelligence I may have pales in comparison to my dog," she said, kissing the tip of his nose. She cocked her head slightly as she heard scratches at the door. "My dog who, from the sounds of things, knows we're out here." She unlocked her door and pulled it open to reveal Tom, tail wagging and tongue lolling.
She kissed his cheek and nudged the door open with her hip after scratching Tom behind his ears. "You're very sweet," she said easily, turning on a lamp. She went over to the kitchen and pulled out the dog food from under the sink. She refilled his bowl, and Tom began to eat, his ears flopping. Picking up a watering can, she began to go around to the various plants, testing the soil with her finger. "The bathroom is the first door on the left," she said, nodding her head. "Bedroom is the one on the right. Make yourself at home."
He looked around for a moment, then sat his bag neatly by the door. "Does that mean I can drink all of your tea?"
