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Corazon swaggers in singing a wordless song with a reggaeton beat. She stops, surprised. "Hey! It's that bar! Hola, bar!" At least she seems happy to be here.

Since her last visit, she's acquired a really badass pair of sunglasses and a small fortune in caps (the latter courtesy of a little bounty hunting). She goes up to the Bar, puts her backpack on the floor, and gets up on a stool. "I want a steak," she says. "Not gecko steak. Real steak, from a cow. And some really good whiskey."

The Bar obliges, and Corazon digs in with an enthusiastic lack of table manners.

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A polite little noise emanates from the vicinity of Corazon's left ankle. If she looks down, she'll see a familiar furry face looking up at her expectantly.

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"Hola, El Gato!" Corazon says cheerfully. "You ever had mirelurk meat before?"

Sorry for the delay in replying. Gmail is being a poo.

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The cat's tail twitches. "I don't believe I have had the pleasure."

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"Bar, a bowl of mirelurk meat for mi amigo here," Corazon says.

The Bar produces a black ceramic cat bowl embellished with little white pawprints and the words "El Gato" on the side. It's filled with something that looks, smells, and will taste like chunks of crab meat.

Corazon picks up the bowl and puts it on the floor, where the cat can reach it.

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The cat gives the decorated bowl a disdainful look.

(He's still going to eat from it, mind you. He just wants to register his Disapproval first.)

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Hey, the bowl wasn't Corazon's idea. Of course, that doesn't mean she doesn't find it funny.

"Hey, it's got your name on it," Corazon says. "Well...actually, it says 'The Cat,' so..." She scratches her head. "Forget I said anything."

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"Cats," says the cat matter-of-factly, "do not have names."

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"Seriously? That seems like it'd be kind of confusing. How do you keep track of which cat you're talking to, or about?"

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"We know who we are."

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"And that's all you need, huh?" Corazon asks around a mouthful of steak.

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The cat just gives her a Look. How dare she insinuate that non-felines might be significant in any way.

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"What?" Corazon doesn't understand why the cat is giving her a Look. "What?"

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The cat just yawns and turns back to the food bowl.

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"Meh," says Corazon as she turns back to her steak.