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Helen grins. "I would love a drink..." she thinks for second. "How about lemonade?" she raises her eyebrows. "Gil's gone home? That's a shame. But I'm sure the food will be fine. Always is here." She smiles warmly.

Guppy nips up to the bar to get the drinks, coming back with Helen's lemonade and an orange squash for himself. He then comes back.

"I've just spoken to one of the waitrats. He gave me a note saying they won't come to the table because I've got a kitten, and it makes them feel uncomfortable."

He pulls Scampi out of his pocket. "I don't know why really. They're almost the same size as him."

"Thanks!" Helen laughs at the note from the waitrats. "Do they get attacked often?" She muses aloud. She skritches the kitten's ears. "He's pretty small," she agrees.

"Maybe, there are many cats here. Although most of them seem to be humans in disguise. Still, it's instinct I suppose. Would you like to go and order first, and then you can hold the kitten and I'll order?"

Helen grins. "Certainly." and she's off to the bar to order. After a conversation with a waitrat, she orders a steak, and heads back to the table. "There are so many choices for food around here..." she muses. "Anyway, would you like to order now?" She holds out her arms for the kitten.

Guppy smiles and hands her the kitten, then orders a vegetable hot pot like Gil sometimes makes. He's not fussy about food, seeing his own cooking is appalling (unless he wants black burnt stuff, in which case it's quite good).

"Thanks. You can stroke him if you like. He's very gentle."

Helen pets the kitten's ears, as it purrs softly. "Sweet cat," she remarks when Guppy returns. "What did you order?"

"Vegetable hot pot. How about you?"

Scampi purrs like a miniature lawnmower.

"I got him about a week ago. He was abandoned by his owner. The guy tied him in a plastic bag and threw him in a pond."

[ooc: I have to go to work. Back just after 5pm your time]

"Some type of steak. Supposedly, it is good..."

She pets Scampi again. "That's terrible!" she replies. "How could you not like him?"

"I don't know. He's so cute. The police haven't been able to trace him unfortunately. I was too busy swimming to get a good description. I know kittens are hard work, but they could at least have turned him in to an animal shelter."

"Shelter?" Helen shrugs and lets the kitten curl up in a ball on her lap. "He HAS to be easier than taking care of a pegasus. Melina isn't exactly easy work..."

"He'll be fine once he's weaned. It's getting up every four hours to feed him that is a bit draining, especially if you've been on call for the last eight. Luckily my housemates have been helping out a bit, because we all work at different times of day, so usually there is someone up and about."

The kitten purrs and snuggles.

"An animal shelter is a free place that looks after unwanted or abandoned pets. There's really no need to drown kittens these days."

Helen smiles. "You could leave him with me some nights. I could feed him, if you wanted to sleep..."

She pets the kitten. "I hated seeing animals killed in my days too. It's just terrible."

"I dislike seeing anything die. I had to give poor little Scampi there the kiss of life when I got him out of the pond. I didn't want him to die. You'd think in my line of work that I would get used to it, but it's really hard."

He smiles. "And thanks for that offer, I might need to take you up on that. We're okay at the moment though."

Helen sighs. "Me too. I was the cause of enough death. I watched it for too long." She pets the kitten. "I'm around whenever you need me. You know where to find me. Don't hesitate to come to my room."

"Thanks."

He squeezes her hand across the table. The food arrives, with the waitrat hovering at a safe distance away from the kitten. Guppy nips over and brings the plates over.

"Gosh, that was fast."

Helen grins, nearly melted as he squeezes her hand. She smiles wide as the food is brought over. "It certainly looks good..."

"The food is always good here. I often come in for dinner, because it's reasonably priced and doesn't taste of burnt stuff like what I cook. My housemates say I am the worst cook in the entire world. I would agree with them."

He starts to eat his food, trying very hard not to spill any.

Helen cuts a piece of steak, and eats it, gracefully. That princess training really paid off for something. After chewing and swallowing the piece, she laughs. "Yes, the steak is very, very good." She grins. "You can't be THAT bad a cook." She thinks for a second. "I should cook for you sometime."

"Really, I'm serious. My housemate has banned me from going anywhere near the cooker after I burned a hole in one of the frying pans. Most of what I cook is completely inedible, but I'm quite good at eggs."

Helen giggles. "Well, I can cook, but living here, you don't need to worry." She grins. She pets Scampi, who turns over, lying on his back. "I should get myself a cat. It's nice to have a house pet, and it gets lonely otherwise," she muses.

"When I'm living here, yes. But I can't afford to live here and in Holby all the time. My salary doesn't account for me living two lives within the same year."

He sips his drink.

"Wouldn't Melina get upset if you got a cat?"

Helen smiles. "I waitress here for my salary." She drinks some more of her lemonade. "Melina doesn't have to know. She lives in the stables now, and, as much as I love having my own place, it does get lonely. Besides, could I bring a car riding with me? How would that work?"

~~Mun blinks at the sentence 'could I bring a car riding with me' for just a second.~~

"I have to carry Scampi around a lot, usually if I haven't enough hands free at the time. But a full grown cat wouldn't fit in my pocket. Well, not the ones in this jacket anyway."

Helen smiles. "But I do love housepets." She takes another bite of steak, and then shrugs. "I have no idea where I would get one, anyway."