After a take away of Indian food and an ice bath for her foot, Jyn is much less annoyed with Antoinette but she still glares at the cat while she eats her breakfast the next day.

"I should lock you up. No one will storm the Bastille for you." Antoinette mrrps at her and licks her calf.

"Fine."

my sympathy flowers apparently offended her and her ancestors because she knocked them and the very delicate glass vase on the floor and didn't have the kindness to leave out a wet floor sign.

all good. do you happen to know how to get blood out of carpet? (mine, not hers.)

-j