God, I know...so's Duchess. I told her she wasn't allowed to grow up, but she didn't listen to me. She still thinks she's tiny and entitled to everything she wants, though. She's a brat, but she's my brat.

I'll tell Duke you love his dog, once he wakes up. [Her smile wanes a little at that, but she perks up pretty quickly as she focuses on the brat in question, still nibbling away right in front of her. She lets a hand drift to stroke Duchess's back, and almost immediately the happy chittering starts and stops as needed while she eats.]