The two of you hug it out. Or rather, Meowrage does all the hugging while Syb recoils from being knocked into at mock speeds. You take a whiff of each other. Syb is his usual bird smell. Like lavender. But Meowrage smells like a gummy bear. Interesting, you both think. You are left with a sense of capricious familiarity one might feel upon a beach with his friends after a long day of riding the waves and playing on the decks.