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[mane_event]

If you're sitting an a booth or a table in Milliways right now, this happens:

A lion cub just leapt on to the opposite seat, or another chair at your table, put his front paws on the table, and his head on his paws, and is now looking at whatever it is you've got on the table.

"Whatcha doing?"

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[have_no_mercy]

Cheating, is what she's doing. This is her second slice of cheesecake, but she just couldn't help herself. Besides, there are more pressing matters.

A lion cub just spoke to her. She shouldn't be surprised, yet she is and it takes her a few moments to get her words back.

"Eating?"

[mane_event]

"What're you eating?" Simaba scrambles further onto the table in order to get a better look and smell which means moving his surprisingly big head close enough that it's almost touching the weird milk-smelling thing the table.

Is it good? He wants to know. Can I have some? As a cub, even as Prince, he's used to being low on the eating order, but sharing is just how it's done, right?

[have_no_mercy]

"It's, uh, it's a cheesecake."

Do lions know what cheese is? Or cake?

[mane_event]

Nope. But they know it smells good!

Simba looks up at her, and opens his mouth wiiiiide before apparently remembering what Sarabi would say, closes it to a normal non-cheescake eating size.

"Can I have some?"

[have_no_mercy]

"Sure."

Why not. She can add lion feeder to her already insane resume.

She forks off a medium sized piece and sort of drops it into his mouth.

"It's my favourite."

[mane_event]

Simba catches it in his mouth, which he opens and closes a few times as he chews the cheescake up, rolling it around with his tongue, before swallowing.

"That is good!" he declares.

It's not red meat, but it's good.

[have_no_mercy]

"It's sweet."

This is perhaps a small explanation, because she doesn't know if lions eat anything sweet.

"Not good to eat all the time, though."

[mane_event]

"Hmmm," he considers. "Yeah, I mean it's not as filling as antelope, is it?"

Grin.

"Hi, I'm Simba."

[have_no_mercy]

“No, it— it isn’t.”

She returns the smile? and offers her hand more out of habit than anything else.

“I’m Tess. It’s nice to meet you.”

[abyssum_invocat]

What Sinthia is doing involves a hammer, a marble block, an awful lot of copper wire in lots of sizes, and tumbled peridot chips. Eventually it should turn into a tree pendant, but the wire she'd been holding up telekinetically clatters to the tabletop, stilling unnaturally fast as Sinthia's attention focuses quickly and wholly on the lion cub opposite her.

This is an entirely new kind of hallicination.

She doesn't answer him immediately, though.

[mane_event]

Well, while she's not answering, Simba is distracted by the wire, which he is now batting at with one of him paws in case it starts flying again.

[abyssum_invocat]

She frowns, expression gentle for all she doesn't actually want the cub to poke himself.

"Please don't," she says softly. "The ends are sharp."

[mane_event]

"What is it?" Simba asks, continuing to poke at it, albeit with one extended claw rather than his paw or any squishy bits.

[abyssum_invocat]

"Copper wire," she answers. "I'm trying to make a necklace out of it."

[mane_event]

This doesn't help.

"What's a necklace?"

[abyssum_invocat]

The lion cub's puzzled look and lack of immediate desire to attack her make Sinthia soften a bit. "Do you see the little chain around my neck?" she asks, lifting it up for him to see. It's just a little chain with a tiny diamond dot.

"That's a necklace. It's a decoration."

[mane_event]

Oooh shiny!

Simba watches the necklace for a few seconds and then, (he's sorry he can't help it) he reaches a paw foward to bat at it.

[oldmancreed]

Scrolling through his phone, Creed doesn't even look up at the voice for a few minutes. He can tell it's a kid and he doesn't play well with them.

When he finally does look over, he peers at the cub.

"Parents know where you are?"

[mane_event]

"I don't need to tell my parents where I am all the time."

This isn't entirely true. But what Mufasa and Sarabi don't know can't hurt Simba.

[oldmancreed]

"Bet they'd disagree."

He puts his phone down, claws visible, and leans back in his chair.

"Bet you're trouble."

[mane_event]

Simba scrambles onto the table, just so he can get a better look at the weird metal thing that the human was so interested in.

(Claws? Guess some humans have those after all.)

"I'm not!"

You are! Or something equally mature.

[oldmancreed]

"Yep. Trouble."

Creed doesn't need to worry about himself being trouble. He knows he is.

"Careful, or I'll toss some string at you"

[mane_event]

Simba pokes at the phone some more, then looks up.

"What's string?"


...uh oh.

[oldmancreed]

He calls over a rat and asks for some string from Bar. When it arrives, he puts it on the table with emphasis.

"That's string. You play with it."

That 'you' may not have been generalized.

[mane_event]

Simba extends one of his own claws and pokes at the string to see what it does.

"Is it alive?"

It's not moving. What's the point?