the boy's skin and the smell of lavender from his clothes. But given the surprisingly clean state of the homeless boys clothes only one conclusion could come, he must have been to Mr. Laredo's Dry Cleaners. The man always had a soft spot for the 'less fortunate', as he called them, always willing to run them through his cleaners and give them a shower if they ever needed it.

"What can I get for you" not even caring to hide the contempt she had for the boy from her voice.

The boy picked up a pad of paper handing it to the waitress. She took it hesitantly, not sure why he would give her something. Looking down to the pad she noticed he had written something down

I would like asandwich and a glass of ice water please.

"Do you have the money to pay for this?" once again choose not to hide her contempt nor even her doubt from her voice.

He held out his hand, expecting her to return the pad she assumed, upon its return he immediately wrote a few words down before reaching into his jean's pocket, extracting a wad of lien he placed it back on the pad before giving it to her once again.

Moving the bills aside she read the words that had been written.

I believe this should be enough.

Quickly counting the bills before vocalizing a grunt of disbelief "This should be enough, your food will be ready soon." The fox girl turned practically running to the kitchen, wanting to give a stern talking