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    Nightstorm nodded and pulled out some sort of 'pad' of several old newspapers layered. He used his claw to write the order, "So one milk, a serving of crunchers and some hawk... Correct?"


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    "Alright then." Nightstorm said and padded away. "Mousesteam, we have an order." Nightstorm announced as he clamored over a log that separated the tables from the kitchen. Mousesteam turned to Nightstorm, "Whats the order?" Mousesteam asked. "Milk, crunchers and a kit's serving of hawk." Nightstorm replied. Mousesteam nodded and started preparing the food.


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    Mousesteam grabbed a twoleg Frisbee and threw some little balls of wet kittypet food on it. "Here-" he said as he tossed it to Nightstorm. Nightstorm took it and nodded his head, He then grabbed a kittypet food bowl that had some cold milk in it.


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    Nightstorm jumped up and dropped the milk bowl on the top of the log. He then jumped up and put the crunchers on the log. "Mousesteam, remember the hawk." Nightstorm called down to the kitchen. Nightstorm clenched the milk bowl in his teeth and bounded over to the table Oliver was at. "Your milk." he said after he put it down on her table.


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    Nightstorm smiled back, "Your crunchers are ready, I'll go get them." Nightstorm then padded back to the log and jumped up and grabbed the Frisbee with the crunchers. Nightstorm placed the crunchers in front of Oliver.


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    Nightstorm chuckled, "Sometimes twolegs can create something that tastes good."


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    Silvia Paintress popped her muzzle into the hole, taking a deep sniff. She wandered down, looking at the place surrounding her. A restaurant? She was just a kit, so not being able to see didn't help her know her surrounding. With a sniff, she bumped into a table and then a chair, letting out a pained mew.


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    "I hit my head!" She squeaked, trying to rub it. It failed, being she couldn't even see who she was talking to. "Who are you? I'm Silvia Paintress, but you can call me... SP or Paint! That's what my admen calls me."



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    Oliver smiles. "My name is oliver. But you can call me Olive or Olly." She mews happily. "Here, you can sit at my table." She mews leading her to the table she was at.


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    IP swung her head around, trying to sniff out Oliver. "You smell like olives, Oliver!" She squeaked, trying to figure out where the paw was. "I wish I could see...." SHe sighed, her tail drooping.

    Oliver helps her into a seat. "Sometimes sight can be a curse." She shutters at a memory but smiles shaking it away. "How did you find this place?" She asks curiously.


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