Husk reached up to move his hands away. "Yeah but I'm not a fan of people scratching them. But I wouldn't mind you petting something else if you're interested."

Alastor practically leaped from his chair. "We're running low on treats, aren't we?! I'll go make some more!"

Husk cast a dour look in Alastor's direction as Charlie awkwardly laughed.

"Don't worry about the snacks, Al," Charlie said. "How about we open presents?"

Mentally Charlie crossed her fingers that the gifts Alastor and Angel had unknowingly gotten each other would patch up whatever had caused the obviously hurt feelings between them.