"Just a hint," she admitted with a laugh, turning the glass in her hand before finishing it off. "I have tomorrow off, for once -- since I don't have to get up with the sun..." The statement spoke for itself, the fact that she was letting herself live a little was obvious.

"I feel like you could just go by handsome vet if you wanted -- the way Aoife keeps calling me 'Baker girl' even though she's known me for, like, a decade." For just a second, she thought about asking him something crazy. Like... Like what if they just... Went somewhere? Like they did a million years ago, it felt like-- exploring on a cruise ship in the middle of the night. What if they just packed up Oscar and went on an adventure for a couple of days? She knew, though, that kind of thing wasn't reality; besides, it was one thing for Coop to say he was at her beck and call, and a total other thing to actually take him up on it.

"Tomorrow," she said finally. "I'll make you something nice, and Oscar will slobber all over you, I'm sure. He likes people." Honestly, Oscar was as good (if not way better) of a judge of people than she was. Sometimes, she wondered if it was instinct, or if he really was magic.

No way to know, probably. Maybe Coop could tell, but she's not banking on it since she's not even sure how he exists at all.