George slowed down when he caught up with Tweak, flashing her a small smile at her questioning look. "Uh...good guy there, that's fella, yeah?" George said, awkwardly trying to ease the situation with conversation. "Hope he sticks around, 'case we see any more of them nekos, yeah?" The Nepleslian laughed shortly as the two of them trailed their way back to the rest of the group, and it wasn't long before both of them heard Deacon's padded footsteps sounding off behind them. George greeted the Kohanian with the same sly little smirk.
"Speak a' the devil! Guess you're hungry after all, slim? We better hurry if we don't wanna get last pickin's!"
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Keziah's eyes would see no signs of nanomanipulation in the room; all of the decor was authentic.
As a few of the CSS members drew closer to the table in the center of the massive room, the contents on the table became clear. Not surprisingly, the china and silverware matched the rich taste of the rest of the room; elegant, lavishly decorated porcelain plates and bowls, pristine eating utensils that shone like stars in the dim lights playing across the room, and crystal-clear wine glasses (filled with water, of course) with nary a smudge on any of them all fixed perfectly atop lavish red silken mats. The table itself was lit up with an occasional candle.
The table itself was occupied by, surprisingly, some very appealing food. Two large bowls of murky soup, numerous trays of appetizing bread, and (not too surprisingly) enough salad bowls around the table to appease a planet of rabbits. In the center of the table was a silver platter with five large hamburgers, slightly steaming between their sesame-seed buns.
It wasn't before long that one of the doors at the rear of the room opened. As if on que, a soft piano melody wafted through the room as Head Administrator Cassefin Montreal emerged, head held high and a proud smile across her face. She was wearing a very elegant, yet also slightly conservative ballroom dress, a deep red to match the rest of her quarters and accompanied with spots of white lace trailing the blouse and hems of the outfit. Her hair was also fixed, done up in an elaborate fiery red bun. Miss Montreal was, apparently, dressing to impress. The outfit however, although very nice, also seemed to be somewhat of a farce given Cassefin's well-known personality and the musical accompaniment. Still...at least she wasn't growling.
"Ah, good evening," Cassefin said in an abnormally calm demeanor. "How are you all tonight?"
