[Meth's gait is leisurely as she leads the cat away from the mess of toys behind them and toward the buffet. She's pretty sure that there was salmon and ponk on the menu today, and rewarding the cat, for simply amusing her if nothing else, seems like as good a plan as any.
When they arrive, Meth grabs a plate and makes quick work of going through the buffet and grabbing bits of meat here and there. There's a decent selection, and it seems relatively fresh. Of course, she doubts the cat would mind that much if it was a couple hours cold.
Meth takes it over to a table and sits, cutting it up into smaller pieces for her temporary companion.]
*dies* Spoils of war!
When they arrive, Meth grabs a plate and makes quick work of going through the buffet and grabbing bits of meat here and there. There's a decent selection, and it seems relatively fresh. Of course, she doubts the cat would mind that much if it was a couple hours cold.
Meth takes it over to a table and sits, cutting it up into smaller pieces for her temporary companion.]