A rather futile exchange.

Me: Thula, it's time to go to bed.

Thula: (pet me)

Me: Honey, it really is bedtime.

Thula: (see how flat I am, pet me)

Me: For me as well as you.

Thula: (my ears are all flopped out, pet me)

Me: (sigh) Fine, be that way....

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And this is why the balcony gets chewed in the night: because hermitgeecko is a sucker for flatness with happy ears.