Steph drifts in from outside, looking
unhappy, and settles into a seat at the Bar. She is followed by a kitten so tiny and wee that it's really just a scrap of fur with 'tude, which winds itself around her ankles as she slumps.
Bar, with perhaps an air of disapproval that she's been avoiding it for so long (that whole tofu thing, so embarrassing,
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