Dottie returned some time later to the image of Cetus pouring herself over the little book, legs crossed and her chin dipped low towards her slightly revealed cleavage. The waitress gingerly placed the cup before her, watched the older woman react slightly to the clink-clinks of the porcelain, than remembered this time to take Cetus's first with her as she retreated. Unfortunately, Dottie's memory seemed to have sputtered -- she had obviously forgotten to bring Thanih's radish. It seemed for the best though. The arch of her eyebrows and the tightness of her face made her appear as though she was literally implode at any interruptions.

Some time later, after her tea had grown as cold as her criminal heart, Cetus looked up from the book after flipping through the last of its read pages. She slid it onto the table, reached out of reflex towards her cup, and considered a drink. When the lukewarm leaning on cool tea touched the inside of her mouth, her face crinkled in disgust, and she spat the remnants of the drink back into the cup from whence it came. A little metallic tap sounded as she settled the cup back onto the platter followed by her pushing it aside to signal she was finished.

Suddenly, to herself, she said, "You son-of-a-b***h . . . " Cetus hunched her shoulders up, formed her fingers into a steeple, than crushed said roof in when she rested her chin upon them. Taking the time to read the novel seemed to bring about more questions than answers, but one answer was certainly confirmed. Cetus now knew the location of the certain tree in the park, but the matter of her next clue being there certainly seemed slim.

"C'mon Thanih," she said, beckoning the shiny Pokemon with a crick of her neck. "Let's go."

Thanih, in his silence, blinked at her and slowly climbed down from his chair. His feet peddled again, this time in a bit of anguish as his soles searched for ground, until he dropped down safely and straightened him. Cetus and her Pokemon walked on without a second thought.

Dottie, her waitress, strode over after seeing the grunt leave and expected to be granted a handsome tip because she helped her out. Instead, Dottie only received the mess of a eaten radish husk, a full cup of cold tea, and the stolen library book on the table. She even shifted the book up and fanned it upon hoping to at least see a small and well hidden tip, but her eyes met nothing. Huffing, the waitress gathered the remnants of the cheap duo's existence and strode away, shifting the leafy bits of the root vegetable into a nearby garbage and marching with the cup away into the kitchen. The book remained where it was pushed back to its original position. Dottie left it there with hopes Cetus might return to take it and by the by, also demand her tip from her. Of course, she didn't return. She had no reason to.