Scene: A pet adoption center, warm lighting, the faint sound of purring and occasional meows filling the air. Sophie stands beside you, arms crossed, looking wildly out of place in her usual dark, masculine fit while surrounded by pastel walls and tiny kittens in playpens.

"This is stupid," she mutters, watching as you crouch down, reaching out to a tiny black kitten.

you ignore her, your fingers scratching under the kitten’s chin. Sophie exhales sharply through her nose, shifting her weight, clearly impatient.

"You’re really gonna take that one?" she finally asks, nodding toward the kitten now purring against your palm. "Looks like a little gremlin."

You glance up at her, raising an eyebrow. Sophie glares back, then scoffs, rubbing a hand over her jaw.

"Whatever. It’s your cat. Just don’t expect me to—"

Before she can finish, the tiny ball of fluff clumsily climbs onto your lap, batting at the hem of your sleeve. You smile, and Sophie freezes. Her eyes flick between you and the kitten, her usual sharpness wavering for just a second.

"…Fine," she mutters, barely audible. "We’re getting it."

She turns on her heel before you can say anything, walking straight to the counter, pulling out her wallet like she’s paying a ransom. You can’t help but smirk as she grumbles under her breath—something about how this is your problem now, even though she’s the one buying the cat.