In a later conversation, Damon will essentially tell her to make sure to keep her perceptions that come from the memories the town bestows them separate from what they know to be reality. Is she slipping and letting them affect her, more than she realizes? Katherine's chin lifts slightly as Randel assures her that all is well and fine. Truth is, she was a little worried Damon had been rude; her husband can be moody and volatile. Less so those days, or, he has more self-control, anyway. A smile lights back up on her face. "Did he? Well, I'm glad. I'll be sure to get your number from him."

She's had but a cursory glimpse into the past when it comes to the man beside her. So, what business is it of Katherine's to say he didn't have kitty cats roaming around back in the day, if he ever really lived there?

Sensing that the words she spoke may have been taken him aback, somewhat, she leans over to nudge her arm against his. "Maybe there was a cat or two. You like them a lot, don't you?" Does he? Er, she's not certain why she said it, other than to stroke that part of the conversation, if it fits into what feels natural for him. "We could always do dinner again sometime, too. I mean. Well, you know what I mean." Again? Friends enjoy meals together, no? Her brows pop slightly. "Maybe out, even, unless cooking in sounds like fun to you."

Continuing with being purposefully kind, until he gives her any reason to act otherwise. Also, is she trying to invite herself over to your house, Randel??