Although Licorice and Tesla appeared to be recovering from their ‘nip-induced haze, Anton still thought it best to leave them here. That way, they could take their time in getting back into the swing of things. Either he or Stella would return after dinner to collect the Maine Coon.<br/><br/>Having knocked on her door, he patiently waited for admission. If scents and aromas were anything to go by, he could already tell he was in for a scrumptious meal. His tummy must have picked up on the same thing, as it rumbled in protest. Well, he thought, that leftover spaghetti will just have to wait another day.