William was not okay. After hearing the cat's ridiculous name and accidentally sampling an appetizer of cat food, he felt sick—his body all but revolted against its very existence. He threw up everything he ate.

By evening, his condition stabilized. Sophia stepped into the room, carrying a bowl of soup, hoping to mend the mood.

As soon as she entered, she was hit with William's icy glare. Oof, she thought. This was bad.

"Do you want some soup, Mr. ...