First, Tiggy has moved into our bed, or at least until Kelsey kicks her out in the middle of the night. Or until somebody moves. Or if she just decides upon it. She is very peculiar. Hell, she is 15, and has always spent the night in the cold. I say reason 'nuff.
Secondly, there is a good story. Lance bought mussels for dinner. he went on to explain how they are cooked and eaten. "Very Sexual." They must be wooed, buttered up, maybe a little wine, and then add some heat, steam them up, and they open themselves right up. Inside, well, you know, there they are. Sometimes with crabs. Usually, you just pick them out. Pull out the tongue, too tough to be tasty, and the unnecessary grassy hairs, and a delectable meal awaits.