Clover looked up and saw the way Miss Calloway and his Pa were gazing at each other, and what he saw in their gazes' made him grin. He half-considered ordering them to kiss now- the hug command had worked, after all, how could a kiss be any different? -but decided against it and grabbed his toy from the ground. "Michael wants to play, I see him out the window!" he exclaimed and scampered out the front door as Frederic called for him to be back in a half-hour for supper. In truth, Clover didn't know any Michaels at his school (maybe there was one, he just didn't know him if there was) and was just going to play with the kittens in the small barn two doors down. They were the babies of one of the neighboring business owners' cats who'd said Clover could play with them if he was careful, so off he went, not knowing that by not explicitly matchmaking his father and Miss Calloway, he was drawing them closer anyway.