Phoenix snorts with laughter at that, shakes his head. "Who says I don't? We have a bat at home just for that. Trucy doesn't approve, though. She thinks I'm going to die alone." If he had a dollar for every time Trucy had tried setting him up with a client or any other random stranger passing by, he wouldn't have to worry about rent for quite some time.

He feels almost proud, thohgh, that Heather seems to approve of the guy he's become all these years. Not that she knows everything he's done, and some of it isn't so decent, really...but Phoenix isn't worried. This is Heather, still the Heather he remembers. They'll be fine.

Besides, hugs are much more important right now, anyway. Phoenix is more than happy to scoop her up, give Heather a big, tight hug. "You don't look so bad yourself, Heather."

Simba the Shinx, meanwhile, is still cowering under the bench. Prin doesn't seem to mind Cujo at all, bounds along after him, chirping with glee.