Mole follows waiting behind her in line. At his height he can see straight up her skirt. He gives a thumbs up to a very old man standing in the next line over. The man shakes his head and moves to eat somewhere else. "What am I doing?" Territorial, unusually horny...Mole had never acted like that before, only on...crap. Today was the first day of mating season for his people which oddly enough starts at noon. "Okay," He said under his breath. "Keep cool, you've gotten through mating season before. Just chill out, get through the day and go home."<br/>When his turn in line came he ordered a coffee, two ice cream cones, pink lemonade and some cake. When the cashier eyed his lunch Mole smiled, "We Moles need a lot of sugary sweets. Plus it helps maintain my fur." He paid and walked to their table.