They, like, want to know where Jess got these totes adorbs ears and stuff!

"Like, oh. My. Gosh! Girl, you have to let me know where you got that stuff!" The taller of the two women, a dusky-skinned, classical beauty with just a little to shapely a bust to be fully natural, approached Jess with glowing excitement and her smartphone in hand. "It. Is. Adorable!"

"Yeah, me and my bestie saw you back there and we, like, couldn't believe it!" Her friend, platinum blonde and full-lipped, both very fake, seemed just as agitated as she decided whether to stare at Jess' ears or tail first. "I checked, like, everywhere online, but no one sells them anywhere!"

"Uhm, sorry, but... are y'all talking about mah... accessories?" Jess' ears flattened a little against her head as she brought her tail against her left leg, as if to protect it. "Ah'm afraid they're pretty much one of a kind."

"Aww, boo!" The blonde puffed up her cheeks in a way that would have looked cute if she'd been five years old and crossed her arms, letting her phone dangle from her hand. "Should have, like, known. I've, like, never seen that stuff anywhere. Are they at least making more?"

"Ah have no idea, sorry," Jess replied, the tip of her tail flicking nervously against her calves, the soft fur tickling her bare skin. The two women were rather pushy - hopefully they wouldn't push so far that they found out the truth. "Ah didn't even plan on gettin' them, it jus'... happened."

"Uh-huh, right..." The classical beauty didn't really seem to listen, just enough to know when she could start talking again. "Listen, how about "y'all" just give us, like, the contact info of whoever made these?"

"Ooh, ooh, and can I like, try them on?!" Bleached blondie interjected, bouncing on her toes a little in excitement.

"Ah don't have any contact info!" Jess ears pressed flat against her head, she felt her tail grow bushier, beginning to stick up behind her at an angle in a subconscious threat display. "And Ah' appreciate it if y'all'd stop pesterin' me. If y'all want coffee, or somethin' to eat, Ah'd be happy to help y'all, but mah ears and tail are off. Limits!"

"Geez, rude much?!" While blondie pouted, the beauty seemed about to turn into a beast. "Why are you so, like, anal about this? It's just accessories and stuff. You should just let us try..."

"Ah should--"

"I should ban ye from my café if ye keep harassing me staff!" The female voice cutting into the developing argument carried enough ice to bury the entire Midwest. "If ye leave now, I'll let it slide, but yer on probation in any case."

Everyone in the café, even Cathy who had left the area behind the counter and now stood next to her friend with her mouth open to provide vocal support, froze and turned to the entrance that was filled with a diminutive woman dressed in jeans and a shirt. That is, about a quarter of the total space was filled with her stocky, well-rounded body, but her presence dominated almost the entire room. May Sinclair, born and bred in Culloden just northeast of Inverness, Scotland, had come to America with only the clothes on her back, ten bucks and the dream to own her own café - and the drive and determination she'd needed to turn the second of those things into the third gave her a larger-than-life persona that had her able to stare down men twice her size and three times her weight. Two obnoxious valley girls were child's play.

"Buuut~--"

"No buts, lass!" May's accent always grew more noticeable when she got aggravated - right now, it seemed about to down a bottle of Scotch before going for a swim with a prehistoric urban legend. "Ye can leave now on yer own, or I will make ye. And if I do, yer not comin' back."

"If we're treated like this, we won't, like, come back at all!" The beauty shot back, acid dripping from her voice as she grabbed her friends arm and began to stomp towards the exit where May held the door with an icy glare levelled at the girls. Or rather, angled upwards. She still managed to look down on them. "And we'll leave a one star review for your dinky, like, café!"

"Cor, I hate numpties like that," May mumbled as she stared daggers at the retreating girl's backs before coming inside the café. She didn't even blink when she saw Jess' tail and ears, just gave them a lookover before turning her gaze to Jess face, with a short stop on the Texan's hand that had somehow found Cathy's, holding the soft fingers tightly. "Hm, wouldn't have figured ye for one of them, but it suits ye strangely well. As long as ye pay attention and don't shed on the food or into the drink, ye can wear them at work, as far as I'm concerned."

"Oh, uh, thanks! Sorry for just turnin' up with them, May..." Jess replied, ears and tail drooping as she looked down sheepishly, letting go of Cathy's hand to play with the waistband of her skirt. She hadn't even thought about what May would have to say about the Texan's new additions. "Ah should have asked..."

"That would have been better, yes." Strolling over to her employees, May put her hand on Jess' lower arm for a second and smiled up at the southern belle. "But we don't get to choose what we are, only how we deal with it. Let me know if you need help dealing."

With a wink, May turned around and began to walk towards the kitchen, her wide hips swinging - and bringing Jess' attention to a strange bump just above May's voluminous behind, right where her boss's buttcrack began.