Tamara is quite relieved as the waiter comes in, and doesn't say anythign about the mess they did, and the lingering scent of aorusal and sex that fills up the air. She relaxes some, the blush on her ears and cheeks going away, and she looks at the dessert.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Murrr... Sound delicious! I'll take a bowl too, thanks!</span>she replies.<br/><br/>Her tail swishes slowly, her panick and worries quickly wearing off, replaced by the joy of being with Sar, on this quite purfect place. If the waiter keeps his muzzle shut, they might be able to get away with it without too much trouble. As long than Anna and Arin aren't told, they shouldn't have problems, and they'll have time to think of a smooth way to tell their parents. She glances at the young tiger, at her mate, and she smiles, mrowling gently at him, holding his paw into hers, her tail flicking more now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Tell the chef we do really appreciate the special meal he made for us. We are really thankful of him to have gone through the hassle of preparing such special dishes for two younglings like us. We do not really deserve it, but it is appreciated far beyong what words could express,</span>she says to the waiter.