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*Kitty.*

*Um... well, not'kitty.*

*Over there, on the bar.*

*Go give him a scritch/pet/stroke/fish/whathaveyou.*

"Maybe you are the restaurant's cat," says Al, continuing to pet. "You're very soft."

*The very white cat eyes Al, greenly. He is his own cat-shaped being, thanks.*

*A very soft paw is gently batted at Al's hand.*

Al jumps, just a little bit.

"Would you like something to eat?" he says, once petting has resumed.

*The cat yowls an affirmative, at once.*

Al orders a fish and gives it to the cat.

"Tuna," he says, holding it out. "It's good! I like it in salad."

*The cat blinks. Woah, that's a lot of fish. The cat would, but picking it up would be a bit more of a feat than a normal kitty could do. And this not'cat doesn't want to give away that it's not a normal kitty, yet.*

*It bites into the fish and tries to drag it out of Al's hands.*

Al tugs back.

Whee, a game!

*The cat lets go of the tuna and glares at Al. HIS fish.*

Al puts the tuna on the ground, draws a circle around it, and alchemizes it quickly into bite-sized boneless pieces.

NOW he can have it!

*The cat eyes the tuna-bites, and then eyes Al. He's not sure if he wants it any more.*

Al smiles obliviously.

"It's okay, it's just alchemy," he says. "I have to go now, but I'll see you later, kitty."

He gives the cat a fare-well pat.

*The cat eyes him distrustfully.*

*Once Al is gone, though, he drops down from the bar and approaches the bite-sized tuna pieces.*

*Sniff.*

*Cats are very neat about their gluttony. Yum, tuna*

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