Stella was probably right about Tesla, and Licorice, too, for that matter.  The pair of felines were already oblivious to anything or anyone in their immediate vicinity.  Except each other, of course.  If you didn’t know any better, you would think they hadn’t seen each other in years, let alone just a few hours.<br/><br/>In the meantime, a delicious feast was calling, and the pair of neighbors were about to answer.  Her salad, unsurprisingly, looked yummy.  Which was saying a lot, as he didn’t usually have an opinion about greens one way or the other.  Perhaps this was due to the grilled peaches’ presence.  Since Anton possessed inside intel on the tiger prawns, he sliced into his New York strip first, followed by a forkful of rice.  The meat just about melted in his mouth.<br/><br/>Stella, on the other hand, forgot to scream<i>banzai! </i>as she bravely sampled one of the tiger prawns.  Her reaction was totally expected, though he did not laugh at her, as a knowing smile creased his face.  Why laugh at someone when he would be in the same predicament soon, eager and desperate to quell the fires?  Namely six of them, matching the number of tiger prawns on his plate, while she only had to deal with five, following her brazen attack on her first prawn.<br/><br/>Anton did, however, laugh at her question about the ninth circle of hell.  “Close,” he replied, as he could already feel perspiration bead up on top of his head, compliments of consuming his first seafood delicacy.  It was only a matter of time until it began to trickle down all sides of his head, thus the extra napkins by his side.  Since Stella had way longer hair than him, he didn’t think she required any paper products for mopping up duty, though he did have a stack nearby just in case.<br/><br/>“It’s more like the seventh circle,” he finally said, successful at stifling a cough (for now) due to another prawn’s ass-kicking heat.  “It’s called<i>Double-Kick Hot Sauce, </i>and it’s not even the hottest sauce the specialty store stocks,” he complained, as he wiped his brow and behind both ears with an already drenched napkin.  Two down and four demon prawns left.  Clearly, it was high time for some steak and salad.  Anton imagined (and not too far off either) that the four remaining Hell Spawn Prawns were mocking him, as they cavorted with the rice and NY strip on his plate.