I'm interrupting the cookware sage because: cats!
Wendy doesn't often hang out with all four of the boys and she likes to make a big show of fleeing from her cozy spot if I walk into the room. On this particular night, I think she was very sleepy. (But when we're eating lunch or dinner, she will come sit on the table about a foot from me. She will Risk Death for food.)
We often find everyone but Lion dozing on the bed. Wendy will vanish as soon as I appear. Everyone else comes as goes as we settle in for the night. And Lion usually arrives later, when I'm under the covers and I ask him to visit and make biscuits.