Mimi had spent less than an appropriate amount of time with the strip of delicious, tender meat. And of course, she completely ignored all warnings in snapping it up and yelping unhappily as she gulped down the steaming hot meat. She curled up on the floor and clutched her belly a little more dramatically than she might have realised, groaning as she felt the hot lump of food make its way down her esophagus and leave an uncomfortably warm path behind itself. Though, in spite of that, she gave Jenny's leg a thankful nuzzle for aiding in the filling of her hungering tummy.<br/><br/>Her hair shifted from a sad series of downtrodden blues back to its usual joyous pink and purple. She eagerly padded in after the food dispensing 'squiggly lady', sure to keep at her heels closely, wondering if she'd get more food. Mimi was fairly sure that dinner meant food. She thought it was silly, though. Why not just call it food? It was always going to be food, and dinner was hardly special. But, Mimi didn't exactly have the focus to dwell on grammatical matters, and after careful observation of the dinner chairs and wondering how she should engage them, she decided that she should copy the squiggly lady and take a seat. The pink haired feline girl made her way tentatively toward a chair, and let out a low growling sound as Nate took the closest seat next to Jenny. Mimi wanted that one!<br/><br/>Her tail swished in that tensed, aggravated fashion before she finally stopped glaring at Nate and hopped up onto the other chair beside Jenny, kneeling atop it in an awkward fashion. Oddly, or perhaps not so oddly for such an evidently fickle creature, Mimi's anger seemed to be one end of a switch that flipped in a flash, as all of her scorn apparently dissipated in the moment where she started purring and rubbed her cheek against Jenny's shoulder lovingly. Perhaps if she was reeeally nice to Jenny, she'd get more food. Mimi was hungry!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>