He nodded and chuckled at her description of Tesla being a pilfering monster. Anton hardly thought of cats like that, and he wondered if his size had anything to do with his tarnished reputation, from his own master no less. Licorice was never like that, but then she was a lot pickier when it came to human food.<br/><br/>Ice cream of any flavor was one of her favorites. She also had a thing for cheese, and as for potato chips, she enjoyed licking the salt off of them, but never consumed any piece of the chip. If, however, the chips were jalapeno- or sour cream and green onion-flavored, she simply turned her nose at the offering and walked away. In addition, various meats were considered acceptable by the finicky Persian, as long as it wasn’t laden with pepper or spices.<br/><br/>Anton was somewhat surprised at Stella’s invitation for another meal. Briefly thinking her offer over, he responded, “Sure, I’d like that. But before you do, I think it’s my turn to make you dinner. Say, surf and turf?” As she mulled this over, he stated, “Well, if you’re ready to retrieve your food thief, I’m done with my tea, which again, was very good. First time I’ve ever had that kind of tea.”