It was too bad Eleanor had turned away; she missed the playful smirk on Kamala’s face.

Kamala finished tugging on her shirt and then padded over, slipping her arms around Eleanor’s waist from behind. “Well, as cool as being a sloth was, I’d much rather wrap myself around you like this,” she murmured softly into Eleanor’s ear then planting a quick, warm kiss on her cheek. “And as far as I’m concerned, we can talk all you want today… or until someone forces us to be somewhere else.”