to her friend.

She was surprised to find her coworker actually in the pantry doing the work as she described. She walked up behind her gripping her shoulder in an attempt to turn the girl around her actions earning her a pleasant squeak of surprise. "Damn it Carol, you scared me"

"The hell with you being scared, you left me with the man. I thought you were my friend, but you just abandoned me in my time of need."

"Oh don't be so dramatic Carol, talking to the homeless isn't going to kill you. And besides Morgan did actually ask me to do this so I didn't abandon you, at least not without reason." She grinned with a slight giggle as she spoke the last words.

At her words Carol threw herher friend was at her actions." Well, run along now little doggie"

"I'm a Fox" Carol stamped her foot in protest but ultimately choose not to argue any further choosing rather to turn to leave but not before grabbing the required sandwich and ice water. Stepping out of the kitchen. "I'll be just a moment."

The new customers wore the local guard uniform, with their weapons strapped to their waists or in the larger man's case his weapon was leaning against the table, the hammer too large to comfortably hang at his waist.

"Here's your order" the boy merely nodded in thanks before grabbing his meal. The fox girl then turned approaching the guards seated at the table before her. "So what can I get for you today?"

The large man, the