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<span class="mu-s">(EXTRA EVENT: Above average sized breakfast.)</span>
At an earlier point in this story, you might have read the line <span class="mu-i">"Now, it was time to get moving and onto the matters at hand..."</span> and have been left wondering what those matters possibly were. Well, these are the matters. It's a lot of matter, in pleasing shapes and forms.
The rising of steam from freshly cooked meat. Brown, opaque glaze trickling down the sides of segmented, fluffy mountains. Red strips of deliciousness still crackling and sizzling where it was. Oh yes, breakfast. Breakfast and its attractive aroma filled the air of the Cat Boudoir. This was a veritable feast set on a long table. Tray after tray and plate after plate.
Pancakes! Waffles! Sausage links, bacon, potatoes! Eggs and cheese and berries and milk and juice and bread and honey and more! Oh! More! Joy! JOY!
"Nyaaahhehehehehe..."
And the perpetrator of this feast was pleased. After all, her genius plans put it together.
It's such a simple facade. In the Cat Boudoir, the number of real cats somewhat outnumbered the Therians. But, by pretending that all the actual animal cats too were Therians and putting on fake voices and accents, Seannsa figured out she and her lackeys could order double the breakfast from the Psyops canteen. Ohhh, it was a dirty trick but a funny one.
"Feast tuh' yer' hearts contents, lasses, lads. Breakfast iss'on me! Nyaaaa~! Mark me words, erry' mornin' we'll have a smorgasbord tuh' eat here! Cheers for our new Cat Village! NYAAA~!"
"NYAAAA!"
"NYAAAA!"
"NYAAAA!"
"NYAAAA!"
These cats, suffice to say, were thriving on the "matters" at hand.
