The orange cat watched her from the branch of the tree as she sat down and spoke to the image she held. He dropped down, for once actually foregoing the battle cry, to land on the back of the bench just over one shoulder. "You're new here then? I get the picture," he said with a hint of a grin to his voice. "Or rather, I think you do." He dropped onto the seat of the bench beside her and stretched. "Alright then, new girl. Two questions, very important, fur real. One, who are you. Two... why haven't you fed me yet?"

Priorities, thy name is Spark.