I unlocked room four, and Studmuffin tiptoed inside, his little nose working overtime.
"The floor's too hard," he announced.
"It's only for a little while," I reminded him, locking the door behind me.
"It smells like other people in here."
I sank down into the desk chair by the colonial TV and lugged out my grimoire from my backpack. "Come sit on my lap, and it'll smell like me. Or us, I mean. The unstoppable duo."
He smiled a little at that. He hopped up immediately and stroked his cheek on my grimoire, my backpack, and everything else within cheek distance to help spread his scent.
"Studmuffin..." I said, struck by an idea.
Stroke, stroke. "Hmmm?"
"Can you help me read the spell from my grimoire?"
He whipped around on my lap to glare at me.
I grimaced. "Is that a yes?
