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"Meow meow."
"Mroooow!"
"Mm?"
Seannsa turned around, cheeks already full of chewed sausage. She swallowed as her loyal cats stacked on top of each other, clutching the end of a service line to the overarching chamber. She smirked and leaned in.
"Hello? Hello? Are you listening to me?" Came out the other end.
"NYAAAAAHAAHAHAAHAHAAAAAA!" Seannsa suddenly outburst, making the caller recoil from his phone; "Ye've reached the ear of Seannsa, goddess of the Cats and governess o' Luck. To whom doo'yiioh this pleasure to speak?"
"Ahm. Hello, yes. This is Mister Felwitz. You can just call me Hale, everyone does."
"..."
"...Right. I am the acting Deputy Executive."
"Ah, roight' ye' are. One of the bigwigs what runnin' this bunkah' n' all that."
"Quite. In fact, I am the primary financier of this operation and base. I'd like to speak on behalf of our absent Executive on a matter. I'm calling because I believe that we have learned that a number of Therian inhabitants of the Cat Boudoir have been... let's say, ah, performing certain actions that have reduced the stock of the Bunker's canteen and ah, dented the budget."
"Oh yeh'? And what koindah' actions those be?"
"Well, we think they are ordering double the breakfast and pretending the normal cats are Therians too in order to fool our staff. This has led to numerous complaints from our scientists! They too enjoy having their breakfast but to arrive only to find our eatery out of all they like... it's quite the frustration! You might imagine!"
"...Pfft...."
"...Y-... You're the one making them do this, aren't you?"
"M'hands be red." She rubbed it in his face.
Hale sighed.
"I don't suppose we might ease the amount of damage you and your Therians are doing to our supply of breakfast items through negotiation right now, might we?" He asked, worming a finger through the curly lines in contemplation.
"Depends." She said.
Hale has hardly ever interacted with Seannsa in place of Muna, and already he knew that trying to extract maximum benefits from her was impossible. She was a rather "my way or the highway" type.
That being said... he needs to reign her in. Damn it, Hale, you're the DEPUTY EXECUTIVE. Second to Muna, and she pretty much let you run the show all by yourself anyway so it might as well be second to non-a. Make. The. Point. Firm.
Come up... with a solution that doesn't draw her ire, make her start giving out bad luck in a hissy fit.
>"How about a diet?"
>"Perhaps you'd be interested in a kind of treat-rewards program?"
>"What if we found you a cook with skills worthy of the divine?"
>"I can have hoses installed in that Boudoir, you know."
>"I have cucumbers. Our staff are willing to use them."
>"You're fat."
