Uh, whatever they have...

Your kingdom wasn't the largest or wealthiest, but you were still royalty. You ate well, despite your scrawny and underdeveloped body. But you haven't eaten much or well in the past few months and you know, as nice as they are, these are thieves...

"Um, I'll have whatever is easiest to prepare..." you squeak, not wanting to impose on this rowdy bunch.

A subdued laugh echoes throughout the dive bar. The orc at the counter is the first one to speak.

"Kitten, what'd I tell ya? You're one of us now! Tell ya what, I'll make ya some hunter's pie and some of my famous garlic mashed potatoes! You're okay with some of Tenny's milk to drink, yeah?" Barkeep asks.

You look up at Tenfingers's smiling face, turning back to the orc and nodding.

"I'll be in the kitchen, then!" The orc turns and heads through the door behind the bar.

You look around the tavern. So many races, and they all look pretty unassuming... Well, aside from the moth woman you're in the lap of, with her huge, milky, naked bust. She smiles warmly at you, her hand reaching up to pat at your head, right between your ears. Said ears perk and you can't help but purr. She presses her other hand against your flat, androgynous chest, looking quite pleased with herself that she's made you purr. What is with this thief? Why is she so eager to pamper you? Why did she risk herself to rescue you after she found you? What is her angle?

The orc sticks his head out of the kitchen. "Hey, kitten, can you cook?"

You just nod. It was tradition for the Vermillion Royal Family to be trained in domestic skills to make them more appealing for marriage.

"C'mon back here, you can help me cook!"

You let out a "Nyaa!" of surprise when Tenfingers wraps her arms around you protectively, glaring at Barkeep.

"Aww, Tenny, don't be like that! Don't you want to try my recipe, but made by your little kitten right there?"

The moth woman looks down at you, then Barkeep. She nods at him, smiling again, then looks down at you, cocking an eyebrow.

Well, if you're alone in the kitchen with Barkeep, maybe you can get some answers... you'll be less intimidated from speaking without a crowd around... But can you trust him enough to be alone with him? Maybe it's just trauma, but you feel safe in Tenfingers's lap...