[Thank goodness Rue can read the teen's reluctance or they might very sadly send Casey on his way.

Instead, they pull back and give him a pointed, albeit slightly playful, look.]

If you try to leave without napping, I will ground you.

[and that is that. All responsibility is washed away.

With one last brush of their paws over his cheek, Rue untangles themself and rises up onto their feet, picking up Casey's coffee mug for a refill. Already they are turning to the kitchen, refusing to give him the time to even attempt to argue with.]

What would you like? Pancakes? Waffles? I may have some bacon we could fry up together too. Oh or maybe a nice quiche.