Ivan and Kinyani are a lot like George and Sara, as far as I can tell.
They grumble. They cuddle.
They help each other. They tease each other.
Sometimes it looks pretty nice. Still and all, when I smell love, I almost always smell worry. Seems like they’re tangled together so tightly they’ll never unravel.
There’s a reason I avoid all that mushy stuff.
One big difference I have noticed between the two couples: Ivan and Kinyani enjoy eating bugs off each other.
George and Sara, not so much.