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"Erm...."

She rose from leaning against the table, stretching her arms as she contemplated an answer. Nice might be a stretch of a word, but he wasn't exactly a terribly mean cat either. At least, not like any of the other cats she'd seen diving in dumpsters, as she may as well have found Grendel doing (judging by the way he had smelled, upon their original meeting).

"He can be a tad grumpy sometimes, but otherwise he's generally pretty pleasant to be around."

Success. Artful dodging: complete.

Moving towards the register, one hand reached beneath the wooden shelf and plucked out both her purse and her fur-lined white, fluffy jacket. Sliding one arm into the sleeve and then the other, she was soon nestled within its comforting fur.

"I don't imagine you have a ride home to wherever you....stay?"

An eyebrow rose, Prissy realizing that she had no idea where Guardian cats lived. Grendel had been out on the street, but he came by and stayed every so often at her place - otherwise, where did these cats even go?

Returning to the counter, she nudged the tongs away and plucked a plastic bag out of its cubby-hole, busying herself with packing the remaining sweets in a to-go bag. If the kitten didn't want them to munch on later, she surely would.

"Sera?" A him? Not that Prissy had much room to judge when it came to names, her own being an immediate target for teasing pretty much wherever she went. She set the bag down on the counter as she moved to unzip her purse. "I'm sure you haven't wandered out that long for him to worry, right?"

The bag of sweets was dropped in her purse, before the open bag was extended for the kitten.

"I do. Drive, that is." Her head nodded towards the purse, eyes glancing up to check the weather outside. Still flurrying, but not as terrible as before. "If you'd like, Miss Lace, I'll drop you and the rest of these cookies off - maybe a little bit of sweetness will help your case with your worried friend?"