[Oh he sees the gleam. He sees it and thinks nothing of it or of changing his mind. Because you know that part of your brain that says "hey, this might be a bad idea"? John's is defective.]

Ooo, you're right! That we cert-- ack, Casey! [At that moment, Casey decides to interrupt by nudging her head against John's arm. And then giving him a big puppy bunny-eyed look. In her arms, she's holding a small brush.] Oh! Right. Here. [He scoots back a little and pats the space in front of him on his sleeping bag, taking the brush from her. Once she's settled herself in front of him, he takes one of her ears and sets it in his lap, brushing the curly beige fur before continuing. Like that whole interruption wasn't even a thing. Nope.]

[Sorry Rose, but this is kind of their nightly routine.]

We certainly are missing that. Did you have one in mind then?