[ god forbid an animal be broke around these parts. between tattoos, hydropack repairs, and daily necessities? kit and surge's combined wallets have moths coming out of them.

that doesn't mean they won't treat themselves anyway, because surge deserves a treat, but that doesn't mean that there aren't any consequences for those treats. no... because when surge and kit aren't able to pay, those maid dresses they'd been offered upon entry are no longer voluntary.

that's why a green tenrec and a blue fennec fox will approach your table as you sit down to order, both dressed to the nines in their maidly fits. one is wearing a wide shark-toothed grin, while the other seems much more timid, pulling at the frills on his apron. it's the tenrec, who holds a feather duster in one hand and a menu in the other, who speaks: ]

Okay, let's see. We got... [ she's looking at the menu in her hand before turning it upside down, right side up, upside down. then she'll place it in front of the buyer. ] Yeah, so this is what we got, what'cha wanna order? No less than ten items, head chef in the back said so.

[ the chef ain't say that but they need as much cash as they can get around here. ]