If Tipson had known the truth of what she was this would have gone far differently. Whoever heard of a were-siamese cat though? Were creatures were large dangerous beasts like wild cats, wolves, bears and such brute strength animals. Still, there was no doubt as he mentioned fish to the cat she seemed to understand his suggestion to a point. That just seemed to prove all the more what he had already decided, she was someone's lost pet. The cat had probably heard the word fish enough times before getting a piece she'd figured out what it meant. Smart spoiled pet.

Tipson looked pleased at the cat's decision and with her seeming so friendly he decided to take a chance at not getting bit or his arm slashed and moved to scoop up the cat. It certainly seemed tame enough to pick up. She had clearly liked being pet and there was something nice about running his fingers over her silky fur. The cat reminded him of the ice cream his mom had favored, cookies and cream. "Well now, you are one friendly princess." It wasn't a thing he had recalled in a long time but with the thought, he could imagine the scent of the ice cream when a fresh container was opened.

Tipson had rarely ever held any life, human or pet. There was a time when an older gentleman had asked Tipson to hold his rat dog while the man had struck up a conversation about the ribbons the animal had won. That dog had growled at Tipson the whole time while the man laughed and assured him the dog was saying it liked him. Sure it was. It had worked out though, Tipson had been sure to hand the dog back to the man and when the old man was distracted with his hands full it had been easy for Tipson to pick the guy's pocket.

There was no hiding his limited time with holding animals as it seemed to take a bit to find the right position for his arms to cradle the cat well. Once she seemed comfortable he could hold her in one hand and tickle his fingers under her jaw. Cat in hand he continued the easy stride towards the restaurant. "How much do cats shed?" Obviously, he didn't expect the cat to answer but it seemed that Tipsy couldn't resist talking, even to an animal. "I understand fur can be a nuisance to get off a suit. I've never had a pet myself." Tipson wanted this potential money-maker to stay happy and content to be with him. The money would be nice but he had no intention to go chasing a cat if she ran off.

Tipson stepped up to the restaurant's door, opening it with one hand, using his elbow to hold it open while he walked inside. Yes, inside carrying the cat. He wasn't about to place his order outside! Tipson momentarily put on an impish smile but then let it fade for something more formal as he spotted an individual ready to take customers to their seats. Unsurprisingly he didn't look pleased to see Tipson.

"Sir," the man stepped forward, "I'm sorry but you can not bring a cat into the restaurant. There are health regulations that must be maintained." The words came out so formally and yet Tipson was pretty sure what the man wanted to say was held back only by professionalism.

"My lady and I are not planning to eat in here," Tipson pointed out succinctly, shoulders back and meeting the man's gaze evenly. "I've got an acquaintance who said she desperately needed the salmon you serve but was unable to make it here herself." Tipson made for a dramatic sigh, "As you can see I somehow also ended up with a cat." The young man flickered his lip crookedly, "You know, things we do for the ladies?"

The man remained silent for a moment seeming to process the words before his muscles relaxed more, "Might I suggest the rice and broccoli with the salmon?"

"That will be fine. Two dishes of it if you please? I can wait outside. I'd hate for you to get in trouble but I do thank you. I promise this is a woman worthy of being embarrassed for." The entire time Tipson spoke he was rubbing under Ren's chin hardly even realizing he was doing it. Tipson's focus was on his lie and observing how the man reacted so he could adjust story as required.

Tipson looked down to Ren as if just remembering she was there, "Well princess, do you think your mom will be happy when we bring her some food?"