“Yeah, I bet you didn’t teach her that—anything to get him out of his shirt right?” Gray teases, leaning a hip against the stall door while Javic cozies up to Estelle. His smile softens fondly at the question about Myfanwy.

“Yeah, she is! Is Hywel still a saber tooth tiger in yours? Or did she actually lay her eggs in the warehouse you and Gwen found her in? Or…was it Gwen?”