"I only wish." She sighed. "Of course, with Robotnik in charge, that's never going to happen. Unless you have the kind of powers Sonic Underground do, all a singing career will get you is a tin skin and a place on one of Robotnik's assembly lines. No, I do food deliveries for The Mobian Kitchen, and occasionally _other_ deliveries for some of your guys. I've written some of my own stuff, but I have to keep it hidden."<br/><br/>She was staring off into the distance. "I would give almost anything if I had just one change to sing on stage alongside Sonic Underground. Then I'd go up on stage, and sing for audiences, and turn mere atmospheric vibrations into joy and hope in Mobian hearts... Sorry, I guess I get a bit carried away."<br/><br/>&&&<br/><br/>Meanwhile, a raqbbit with an apron and flour on her nose was looking up at the clock as she put a tray of danish pastries into cook for the afternoon rush. "Darn and needles, where is that girl? She should have been back half an hour ago."<br/><br/>A weasel was at the desk waiting for takeout, and an BLT order was on the spike, so she went over to the counter and took his order while her ears whipped out behind her. She knew the location of every item in the kitchen by touch, and so could collect the various items needed with the flexible tips of her extending ears, while she packed fresh coffee and a chocolate fudge slice for the weasel. When she'd made change, she had everything ready to make up the BLT, and in seconds one of her ears extended and carried the plate over to the table where a fox was waiting the order, while she checked on some rising loaves.