The cat eyes the sandwich, smiling, then decides opposable thumbs are needed for sandwiches.

He gets to his paws and drops down to the next barstool over. As he drops down, there is a bright light, and then there is a young albino man sitting there. His skin is bone-pale, his hair stark white. He's wearing a comfortable white shirt and white slacks. His feet are bare and pale on the rung of the barstool. The lack of color to him hits the eye hard. All his color seems concentrated into his eyes, which are impossibly bright green with vertical slices of black for pupils.

"Thank you," he says, cordially, and takes the sandwich.