Plourr nods, consideringly, as she runs her fingers through Ianna's downy hair. "I follow," she says, and she does.

"Now, how's the artist business coming?"

Finn starts to explain, and Plourr settles in to listen, her arm hooked across the back of her chair and her legs crossed casually.

It's a funny sort of friendship, maybe, but Plourr isn't complaining.