She slips back behind him again, returning to the cabinets and reaching up high to retrieve the wine glasses. "I don't feed him scraps. I share with him, else he'd be skin and bones, poor thing." Her scent is rich with amusement and affection. This is one of her favourite parts of the day, sitting down with her mate to eat.

She pops the cork and pours two glasses. "And anyway, he gets plenty of exercise, keeping up with you."