Anders' eyes dart up to stare at Hawke, and the kitten continues batting at Diesel's snout and tongue, moving closer to the big hound. Then the small creature flops over onto her back, side pressed up against Diesel's cheek while her paws fly in the air.

Her caretaker meanwhile lowers his gaze, combing back a loose lock of hair as he clears his throat. "Well, then. It looks like they shouldn't have any trouble getting on."