Oh. That takes her aback, noticeably, before she tries to recover with a slow inward breath. "You did? I...hope he was, nice, to you?" What are you going to do if he wasn't, Katherine? Why wouldn't Damon be? They're supposed to be making good impressions! Why is she posing statements like that, insinuating that Damon's falling short? The feelings associated with false memories are tangling together, streaks of anger and jealousy for her now beloved spouse twisting up. She realizes that and shakes her head, reaching out in front of her, tugging at the finger of a pair of orange work gloves. "No, I know he must have been." Right?

"More importantly," she begins with very little pause, "I'm glad to hear you say that, rather than that you're feeling bad. The memories, they'll come back. Maybe just, not exactly how you'd want them to. But, they will." She offers him a smile. "A cat, though? A stray? I don't remember there being any cats around your place before." Neither here nor there, since they were never actually...there, before, in the first place. Maybe her false self just hadn't paid attention. "So do you ever have dinner company other than the cat?" Another tease.