In terms of food, there didn't seem to be a wide spectrum of variety and he ended up steering them towards a small diner, tucked away on the malls' bottom floor. It was a good choice. It was quieter there. Less people. Less noise.

"Right, my purr-fect kitties, what can I get you?" he crooned once he'd forced them both into the booth. He'd insisted that they both had the window seat so they could 'enjoy the view'.

Lucien called bull-poopie. He knew it was just to make sure he and Sly were sitting opposite one another.

"I don't know what I want," Sly admitted, fiddling with the upturned corner...