Belladonna was purring again. Vega had been hearing the soft, sweet sound from the Memora more and more often, now. It had taken a few weeks, alongside plenty of stings from Belladonna, but she had finally come around to being inside the hut, and living with Vega, Houston, and their other companions. Now the young feline-like creature was following her around, peering into glass jars filled with materials around the island, sniffing and sneezing as she found the flour. It made Vega smile, the...