[q-uarantine.]

"Cutie."

You have no idea what it might mean in the language of the Small Big Ones, but regardless, it now means you.

Yours seems delighted by your actions, trilling pleasantly and rubbing your shoulders. They still go through the motions with you a few more times, however.

Fortuna rolls five 20-sided die. She rolls a 15, 9, 15, 13, and 3.

You can't help but ignore a few of the calls, feeling that Yours is patient enough to understand that sometimes, something else is more important (like grooming), but for the most part, you show Yours that you understand they want your attention when they say your name. Besides, the way Yours chirps so happily when you look at them is far too wonderful! You can't ignore them for long.

Suddenly, Yours takes you up in their paws again. Moving so that they're now lying flat atop the nest, they shift you into a single paw and reach down under the nest with the other. In one fluid movement, they pull something out and lift it up, sitting back down with you.

It appears to be a cardboard box. Peering over the side, you can see that it is filled with torn up bits of paper.

Yours chitters at you, and then lifts your hindquarters so you're level with the edge of the box. Instinctively you hop down into the shredded paper, eliciting a giggle.

What a joyful sound! You scramble to the side of the box closest to Yours and stand up, hoping they will understand what you want.

They happily oblige, stroking your head gently. (See, you've trained them, too.)

But you won't get by in life with just knowing your name. What are the next three things Yours will teach you?