Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else.' Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland 'How do you like the smell in here?' asked Alice, gesturing gaily at the piles of kitty litter in the laundry. 'Sure, it's lovely,' Nick winced, pulling his shirt up to cover his nose. In the process he exposed an expanse of flat stomach. 'Right, I'll get on with it,' Alice said, reluctantly averting her eyes from his bare skin. 'Change of clothes, something for tomorrow . . . that is, if it's cool for me to stay the night at yours?' she asked, keeping her tone nonchalant. 'Oh, let me see,' Nick replied, pretending to mull it over, 'I think it should be okay . . . but just this once.' Alice turned away, blushing. 'Well, I'll be needing my pyjamas then. Come to my room while I throw some crap in an overnight bag.' A large grey ball of hair screamed down the hallway as they approached her bedroom door. 'Holy shit! Are they actually domestic, or are they, you know, feral?' Nick asked.
