Dorothea sat up, watching the commotion between man and his cat, and could not resit the urge to laugh. She held her stomach, almost completely doubled over, and laughed. It wasn't a harsh laugh, it was sweet and melodic; it was happy.
When he spoke to her, Dorothea struggled to get a breath so she could speak. "No," she choked, laughing still. "But we can go get you some." She laughed a few minutes more, unable to stand, before it finally died down to just giggles and she able to make it to her feet.
Dorothea gave Maneki a nod. "It's a good thing men are so easy to control," she said, not to Monnayage. "And I can see you've got him under your claw."