And now she had a ferret in her lap.

He wanted her to keep him there? Uh. Well, Ino could try.

"I make no promises," she said, picking Mako up and wrinkling her nose at him cheerfully before cuddling the squirmy little beast against her chest. Shut up, he was warm.

And wriggly and curious and really not the sort to sit still even with someone trying to convince him that, really, she loved him tonnes and he could be still? Please?

"Hey!" Ino protested. "Not down my shirt! Maaako, geez."

Clearly under control. Yep.