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I don't think anyone wants to, now, you owe us somethin' here, don't you?
Please, Mr. Zanes was my mother. Just Zanes if you must.
Ah...
Would you like anything?
Maybe a hug, or something else?
How about Dr Zanes?? I Can give you an honorary degree in whatever field you want, eh.
(Just don’t ask too many questions and don’t let the Americans know you got your education in Canadadia)
Can I get an honorary degree as well? An MFA, perhaps (Master of Feline Arts)?
I'm good, all I need to know is how to bartend.
So, Husk, how are you?
You wouldn't happen to have a pen would you?
Ooh, that does have a nice ring to it, huh? "Dr. Zanes"!
I do, I need one to sign contracts. ;;;3
*She hands him a pen*
Zany Zanes, Feline Masters, and Alta Sil
The bartender accepts the pen and hands it off to their shadows. After a moment the shadows return, a signed receipt, a pen, and a plate of pancakes in tow.
The bartender sets the pancakes before the customer.
Here you are, enjoy!
Great, it's nice to see you, Dearie~
How much scratch does that cost? Do the fees differ depending whether it's head or butt scratches?
The weekend poetry contest is here! 
Feline Masters wants poems about spring.
I am a female cat, if that counts.
Welp i haven't done this in a while, here goes.
In the corner bar, we convene
While outside, spring paints the scene
Through the windowpane, we spy
Grass so green, beneath the sky
For touching grass is a foreign notion
In this virtual world, our devotion
So here we stay, in the bars embrace
Yearning for sunlight on our face
yeah i don't know what i'm doing, but i think it rhymes at least?
Do I count?
Here is my ode to this wonderful season
That brings to me my greatest fears
An internal terror as the air grows fresher
Headaches, migraines, and sinus pressure
As flowers bloom my nose will run
And I will hide away from the sun
Shut out the light that burns my eyes
And beg and plead that I might die
I'll curse at every cough and sneeze
I'll curse at the pollen carrying spring breeze
I'll curse at these yearly nasal calamities
And curse out evolution for giving me such allergies
No. I know that sometimes the jokes just write themselves, but no.
That depends. How many is this?
Is your dirty mind thinking of a pussy joke?
That's old and not funny at all. Get mature.
Was I? I seem to remember saying no to a number of potential directions.
Why would I go against brand like that?
Sausages can be enjoyed in a variety of ways, I don’t know why anyone would complain.
I wouldn't say no to a hot dog. Why don't we have a barbecue, can someone get the grill going?
Again, I know Cheffy doesn't understand what a grill is (he showed me his dental grill when I asked for one) but we can try again.
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