Prumathe's Flat

Prumathe shakes his head and looks in the direction he thinks Sekhmet's in, and probably gets it right since he knows where the chairs are, and the stool that Sekhmet's probably chosen, too. It's a bar-stool, with a moulded plastic seat. Possibly more comfortable than she was expecting.

He's a little messy, when it comes to eating. He drops a bit, but he holds the plate quite close to his mouth to catch the stuff that falls off as he eats.