They were very sedate plaids! And there were even a few stripes and solids! Just because Jono didn't want to go digging...

Hannibal put everything away (with feline help that made it take a minute longer) and made his way upstairs with a tray of just enough for dinner. Okay, and a small dish of raw lamb cut into tiny bites. What? He couldn't imagine the pie with all its spices was the healthiest for a cat. And since it seemed more or less permanently attached to his ankles at this point, he might as well feed it.

"I'm sure I've socks as well, if you like," he said. Not that he for a moment believed that was what the toe-gazing was about.