The Dark Hunter's shoulder lifted in a vague shrug at his rather unfortunate circumstances surrounding his newfound place amongst the supernatural ranks. He had hardly bothered to dwell terribly much on how feasible his death was at the hands of the very creatures he was meant to hunt. Rather, Alistair had simply accepted this change in his life as yet another responsibility added to the already existing list. "Yeah, I'm not sure my body is nearly as glad." He commented off handedly, his shoulders all but aching from the morning's training session. Nevertheless, the artist was more then willing to let the conversation drift instead to the hobbies the two used to pass the time - time which Alistair had strikingly little of, lately. His violin, in turn, had become almost abandoned in the far corner of his bedroom, the musical instrument providing at least a shared experience between the two at the craft that had been near forced up the pair thanks to their involvement with those boarding schools filled with expectations and pressures to become 'well rounded' individuals of the aristocratic class. Really, considering the college Carolina had admitted her intention, once upon a time to attend, maybe Alistair shouldn't have been so surprised.

"Really? Your parents too, huh?" He inquired, with a brief raise of his brow, only for his head to shake ever so slightly. Why, on earth, any parents thought boarding school the solution to their children's problems was forever a mystery to him. The schools of the elite, after all, experienced their fair share of vice and drama, particularly within his teenage years. He hardly saw the need to focus on this however, his sister a far more intriguing topic to the boy as his head bobbed briefly. "I'm sure she'd enjoy it. She'll probably arrange some sort of dinner party or...something." He commented, shaking his head with a brief roll of his eyes. His sister hardly held the same disdain as he did for the expectations put upon them, she so easily fell into the role of housewife just as she effortlessly seemed to switch to the life of a single, independent working woman. Alistair pushed the thought of his sibling aside, however, as he turned the conversation instead upon Carolina and her ever busy job in the illicit and newly renovated Ark. The ship before had been something of note but the Hunter was almost curious to see what the sleek new yacht had to offer, even if he wouldn't admit it. At the very least, he was hardly surprised to discover the boat had been rather busy - a stark contrast to the boredom that had once afflicted the young woman during its absence.

Any further conversation, however, was momentarily put on pause as the pair approached their destination. The sign upon the door certainly had a sort of...appeal to it, with its bright colors and little paw prints decorating the edges. Their presence, however, was thought of distinctly little by the Dark Hunter as he opened the door to the rather cozy little cafe. Immediately, Alistair's gaze turned towards the menu and the plethora of drinks and treats offered, their themed names hardly going unnoticed by the Dark Hunter - unlike that large window to the left of him, filled to the brim with a variety of cats. It was the gasp of the girl beside him and her sudden grabbing of his arm that drew Alistair's attention, his gaze drifting down to her hand only to move upward to follow her gaze towards the room beyond. It was clear she wanted to visit the felines from the very excitement upon her fair features - that look alone prompting Alistair to give in where he might not have otherwise. Hesitantly, the Hunter inquired if she'd like to visit the cats, the very inquiry prompted the woman to clasp her hands together as Carolina bounced on the balls of her feet - the very picture of enthusiasm.

Her offer for coffee first was one Alistair gratefully accepted as his head bobbed simply. "No, I'm not, it's fine." He led the way towards the counter, his gaze drifting up towards the signage above. "Uhh, I'll have a medium flat white with...a slice of your pumpkin bread and we'd like to do....that." He gestured briefly towards the window, certain the woman at the counter would understand. "What do you want?" Alistair inquired as he glanced behind him towards Carolina, the man already fishing into his jacket pocket for his wallet.