Stealth, Zeta and Claudia’s dice, Illo were given something to eat in an adjoining room while their masters took their time in the dining room. The trio finished their own meals quickly, except for Zeta, who took his time with the bone that had been part of his.

Illo hopped across the room to push a stool over to where Stealth was sitting. Then she flopped down next to the cat, using the stool to prop herself up on. “You rolled low this time, Stealth?”

“Yes.” Stealth busied herself with cleaning her paws. She couldn’t figure out why she had this strange desire every time she ate, but it was strangely soothing. “We can’t always start out as sixes, but it’d be nice.”

“Zeta a three now!” Zeta piped up proudly.