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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 11, 2011 23:47:17 GMT -8
Philip chuckled. "Well, that's rather kind of him then. Though, honestly, I have to ask, any other strange menu items?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 12, 2011 15:04:37 GMT -8
Ox's eyes flicked left and right, as though to see if anyone was listening too closely. Seeming satisfied, he gestured for the other tom to come closer. "Well, there is one thing..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 15:10:50 GMT -8
Raising his brows, Philip leaned forward. "Oh? What is it?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 12, 2011 15:16:52 GMT -8
Ox's face was the picture of gravity. "Milkshakes."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 15:18:10 GMT -8
"Mi..." Philip gaped at him. "Milkshakes?" He considered that a moment longer and burst out laughing. "Milkshakes! That's actually almost brilliant."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 12, 2011 15:25:56 GMT -8
Ox leaned back in his chair, grinning. "And that, my friend, is why I think the cat is eccentric. Well, he certainly has the money to afford the machine, why the fur not? I consider them to be on the Boss' secret menu, along with the cucumber sandwiches with no crusts. I gotta say though, when he first asked for one, I got a little flabbergasted... I said to myself, this here's a high class establishment, why the flipping fur is the tom asking for milkshakes?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself. "He bought the machine out of the storage room the next day, apparently the last cook refused to use it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 15:29:20 GMT -8
Philip just leaned back in the chair and continued to laugh for another minute, finally shaking his head. "That... that's rather amazing. Milkshakes... you're right, why the flipping fur not?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 12, 2011 15:52:57 GMT -8
Ox's grin never left his face, but turned slightly apologetic. "Exactly. Any more questions, Mr. Hunt? I've got a dinner rush that doesn't wait."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 15:57:27 GMT -8
Philip nodded, still chuckling slightly. "Alright, I think that should be enough for the article... milkshakes," he said again, shaking his head slightly. "Good luck on your dinner rush then," he said, rising and holding out his paw again.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 12, 2011 16:11:02 GMT -8
Standing as well, Ox shook the other cat's paw heartily. "Thank you as well. Do try to stay off the menu, I don't know know any good recipes for cat. Don't be a stranger now, I'm sure my brother and my niece would love to meet you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 16:25:07 GMT -8
Philip blinked at that, tilting his head to one side, not entirely sure how to respond. "I, certainly, depending on how my schedule pans out."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 12, 2011 16:40:36 GMT -8
(( So it's not quite an invitation to dinner, but that will come later. XD ))
Ox guffawed again. "Of course, of course. Good-bye, Mr. Hunt." Ox spotted somecat moving in the rest of the kitchen. "Oi, Carson. How's the chicken today, plump?" He walked off into the chaos of his domain.
((Exit Ox))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 12, 2011 16:43:14 GMT -8
Philip watched him leaving, considering before shaking his head, and sticking his pencil back in the brim of his hat, notepad going into a coat pocket. He nearly fled down the stairs, only feeling better when firmly on the first floor. The third floor hadn't been too bad, and the interview had gone well, but he was happy to be back on solid ground again.
[THREAD END]
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