Trog's Tavern CLIV

[5a Violista]

Meanwhile!

"And I'm glad it's good! I always get kind of nervous when I fix something new."

[Meanwhile!1]

The bunnygirl Carlie smiles and thanks Zee and keeps on eating the fruit.

Lifting the fruit bowl in her hand, she twists to look at all the other people in and coming in the tavern - after all, she's still looking for an excuse to stick around. She doesn't particularly like shopping, so she's fine with putting it off. And going back to being stuck indoors in one place is something she really doesn't like, so she's okay with not going back to HALO just yet. She's already stuck as a bunnygirl, so willingly staying in place is something she hates.

She spots the adventurers, and the catgirl, and Zee getting kicked, an NPC cheating at cards in the corner, and...all of this is pretty interesting. She's glad she ordered something she can s l o w l y eat just to watch all of it.

A new person enters the tavern. Or it would be more accurate to say a new catperson entered the establishment, with long flowing black hair juxtaposed to her even longer, flowing black dress with white and green frills interspersed throughout. Her most striking feature beyond her coal-like furred ears and tail must be her left eye. It is covered by some kind of cybernetic eye patch glowing with three circular dots mimicking, but not quite matching, the red iris of her normal right eye.

The catgirl folds an umbrella up closed as she enters, though it was most certainly not raining outside when she entered, and hooks it over her arm, held out and up. Regardless of this dignified pose he holds herself with, she looks around the tavern with a measure of disdain, as if regretting entering the place in the first place. She almost certainly would turn and leave to find a classier joint, but a sharp rumble emitting from her belly forces her to swallow her pride and dive deeper, finding the cleanest open table she can (not nearly clean enough if you were to ask) and taking a seat.

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getting bored of slowly eating, and figuring that people might think she's weird if she just eats and stares at people, she stands up.

Carlie walks over to the near-empty table with the catgirl. She probably picked her because they happen to have the same hair color. Or maybe because it would just be easy to start a conversation with her.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" she asks. Gesturing back at the table she came from, she adds, "I get lonely easily." She's still holding her condensed-milk-and-fruit dessert bowl.

Without a chance to object, she pulls out a chair and sits. "Thanks."