[ He snorts out a laugh. ] Sure. If another batch turns up. [ He doubts it would be any time soon considering the kittens are all tiny and related. He's yet to see a stray cat around their way either, he's actually surprised that the mother found her way into the barn and then apparently left. But it's desperate times, apparently even for cats. ]

It's cold. [ Don't make him fight you. ] We're not all hearty specimens of American manhood, Winters. Some of us don't have blood boiling through our veins from sheer goodness like you do. [ Nix is always something of a cold blooded thing. He never used to be, but since the war he finds it hard to get warm at the best of times. ] Just roll on summer, that's all I want.

[ He ducks his head, a guilty little smile playing on his mouth. ] Look, the next time I see them out I'll buy them a maltshake or something.