Louis brought home a few new friends.
*Suddenly imagines Lestat complaining about the kitty hair on his new furniture*
“Are these a snack, mon cher? If you intend to keep all 10 of them as pets in our home, there will be consequences.” (*internally screaming* bc CAT HAIR ON RED VELVET CRIMINAL ACT)
Louis: “All eleven, you mean. This is Marcel, Jolie, Henriette, Murielle…what? Do you have a name preference? Cherie, Richelieu, Christophe…”
“Eleven, you say?” Lestat assumed a nonchalant pose to mask the inner turmoil, his annoyance at the transgressor sharpening into wit. “Perhaps we should enforce all dark-haired creatures in this house to wear collars, so we can better tell them apart.”