Feline and Fraulein - Epilogue
The hybrid assassin almost spat out her mouthful of Starbucks.
"You didn't!" Republicat gasped, pink eyes wide. The clawed hand not grasping the cup rose and wiped a bit of coffee from her lips, which were turned up in an astonished smile.
"Da," the Soviet Superwoman affirmed, bringing her own cup of coffee up to her smiling mouth. "It was the only way I could get her to cooperate," she said, then drank. "This is very good. Thank you for bringing it, but was it not dangerous, scaling the side of my building with not one, but two cups full of hot coffee?"
"Not as dangerous as tickling Connie, whether she was wrapped in magic tentacles or not!" Olga's guest said, feline eyes still wide. Climbing up to the penthouse Olga shared with her wife had been easy for the super-creature, even with one Starbucks container in her hand and another in the crook of her arm.