[ Grell breaks into an open-mouthed grin, tongue pressed against a pointy tooth as a chuckle lulls from her lips. ]

Lick-your popsicle, I take it? [ But wait, she switches the hair dryer off, raising a finger in pause. ] I don't know if I'm okay with that. We may need to establish a boundary.

[ And it's back on, as she goes back to fluffing the fur along her ankles. ]

I suppose we'll need to reschedule that nap. Can't have you going to bed hungry.