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The Corner Bistro typically wasn't Elegancia's first selection for her coffee needs. However, it was easily accessible from where she lived and people wouldn't raise a brow at her if she stumbled in on crutches (It was these very reasons that usually veered her away from the cafe, actually).

As the annoyingly yellow taxi pulled up next to the quaint coffee shop, Elegancia dropped a one hundred-dollar bill into the cab driver's hand and told him to "keep the change." She wasn't used to riding around in public transportation, and honestly, she hated it. Unfortunately, her limousine was still in the shop from the encounter she had with Sailor Chaonis. Elegancia stuck a cast-covered leg out of the taxi, grabbed her crutches, and lugged herself towards the entrance of the cafe. In her mind, she felt as though everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at her in detest. Nobody cared.

The copper brunette, pitifully crutching over at a sluggish pace, noticed little Derp nestled under an outdoor table-- didn't she know that it was probably filthy beneath public tables?! Elegancia hurriedly made her way over to the little kitten, only stopping when a blue-eyed boy stopped her and pointed at a sign that read "Please Wait to be Seated~".

It was rather filthy beneath the table, but for the kitten who had spent quite a bit of time dumpster diving for meals before first Mags, then Parker had saved her, it was nothing. Of course, if she looked pathetic and adorable enough, small children and teenagers were likely to give the little kitten portions of their pastries and other delicious things. She had tried to beg Parker to bring her something out and feed her, but he had warned that he wasn't really allowed to do it.

Seeing Elegancia, the fancy princess from the chocolate parlor who lived up at the pretty school Duhr went to had her all but bouncing with excitement. Parker was coming over too, so it was alright if she talked, wasn't it? Hopping up onto one of the empty chairs next to the pretty princess, tiny little Derp opened her mouth to speak, and was immediately cowed by two sets of eyes.

So instead of speaking out and begging for food, she got only a choked garble that sounded something like "FEEEE...MEEWWW." It was very hard, being adorable, tiny, and non-human.

Parker stood there dumbly, clutching his white pad of paper for orders in one hand. Why did Derp hop up like that? Sometimes she would do it for attention when hanging around his place of business, but that usually only happened with customers who had food. And based on appearances, Parker didn't think this girl with the cast looked like the giving type. He was accustomed to seeing Derp get little kids and old ladies to feed her. Confusion was plain on his face when he shot the kitten a look, but it wasn't like he could have a word with her. Talking to cats was still regarded as weird by the general public, and Parker's boss had already given him s**t for having the cat around in the first place... even though customers seemed to really like her.

It didn't help that the girl who approached the kitten did so with all the vamp and pomp of a silent movie star.

Trailing silently behind the girl who was to be his (sigh) customer, Parker had just opened his mouth to ask what she would like to drink before she cut him off. "You mean... a drink?" he said. Her snapping fingers gave him the urge to throw his memo pad at her, but instead, he murmured something like I'll get right on that and then disappeared back to the kitchen to try to figure out just what to bring to the girl.

"No, not food, little Derpraline. Something better!" Elegancia reached into her clutch purse and clasped something in her hands, making sure not so much as a peak was visible. "I know you're not my kitten," she began with a smile, "but I found this while shopping and thought it would look perfect on you." Elegancia released her grip on said item, and an elegant and dainty pearl collar dangled out of her hands. "It's not meant to replace your current collar, but perhaps it could lay over?" And she proceeded to do just that-- the pearls looked elegant over the blue. Very ladylike and becoming! "Oh, little Derpraline, if only you weren't a feral streetcat-- we could be very close friends!"

Although Elegancia did not identify herself as a cat person, Derp had a certain charm about her that was too hard to resist. Maybe it was the vacant-yet-knowing stare, maybe her dainty little voice, or maybe the bonnet-- something about her drove Elegancia nuts. "But if you were my cat," she said daydreamily, "you would be best friends with my dachshund, Foochie. And you would have your own silk bed, and a velvet scratching post, any food you desired... oh, you'd be in the lap of luxury!" She laughed, then added, "well, not that you aren't already." It was a tacky joke, but she liked it nonetheless. Elegancia was the kind of girl to laugh at her own jokes.

Then, for a moment, Elegancia lifted Derpraline up and did something normally unbecoming of her-- she cuddled with her face-to-face. If someone didn't interrupt her soon, she'd keep the poor thing hostage. And she wasn't even a cat person!

Oh, Derp.