"WE HAVE. TO KEEP. THOSE TWO. SEPARATE." Paul said, gripping onto Martha's collar like his life depended on it. Which in this case, is practically did...

Cotton Puff meanwhile was hiding on top of a bookshelf.

"Why did you-" Ringo asked, pointing to the white ball of fur laying on top of the dusty mahogany.

"Well, Martha can't get her up here, now can she?" John explained.

"He's got a point..."

..........

Pattie sighed, wiping off the crumbs from her face with her pale pink lace handkerchief. "Oh George, everything has been perfect, just perfect. But I couldn't eat another bite,"

"Well, that's too bad," He said, pulling out something from the basket. "Because I brought your faaaaavorite." He tempted, waving the tin in front of her face, letting her smell the beautiful aroma.

"Well, maybe I have room for a little more..." she said, biting her lip as she gazed at the pie in front of her.

"I knew I could never keep you away from apple pie,"

........

Eventually, Martha stopped trying to climb up a bookshelf. But now, she was whimpering and nuzzling her head into Paul's side. "Martha, what's- oh shoot,"

"What?" John said, pausing from absentmindedly playing with his fingers. (NJ2001, which apparently John and I do a lot of!)

"I haven't fed Martha yet, I have to go and- wait, what about George's cat?"

"If that thing loves food as much as George does-"

"It'd be starving to death."

.......

"Ah!" Pattie exclaimed, dropping her fork, causing it to make a thudding noise onto her paper plate holding her apple pie.

"What? What?" George asked, setting his down.

"That pie ith hot!" she lisped, waving her hand around her tongue, trying to soothe the burn.

"I didn't know it was that hot," he said, pushing the plate aside. "But I think I know what might help," he moved closer and set his lips upon hers in a deep and breathtaking kiss.

"Well," she began, taking a pause. "I don't think it helped, but it wouldn't do any harm to try it a thecond time,"

"Another kith?" He joked.

"Thut up," she smiled. He pressed his lips against hers once more. "Mm, go on..."

"Want some more apple pie?"

"Sure," she giggled as the lisp began to wear off. Then she realized. With a gasp, she exclaimed, "Georgie, what's she gonna eat? What about Cotton P-"

Before Pattie could finsh her sentence, George set his index finger on her pale pink lips. "Shhhh, remember, it's just you and me today for 24 hours, no one else."

"Oh right, I forgot. But what's she gonna eat?"

"Who really cares? For now, the only two people in earth are you and me. What Cotton Puff's gonna eat is John, Paul, and Ringo's problem right now." George said as he handed her plate back to her.

"Well," she sighed, grabbing the plate. "I guess you're right."

"I'm George Harrison, of course I'm right!" He joked.

Pattie rolled her eyes as she and George indulged in the warm apple goodness. He was right. No one else really mattered right now, it was just her and George.