Tamara gets up, smiling at him, her cheeks still sporting a faint shade of pink under the orange fur. She follows you to the pool table, and takes the cue you hands her. The look she gives it and the way she grabs it shows obviously that she never had on on paw. Her tailtip flicks, the yougn tigress a bit puzzled.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Err... You'll have to explain me the rules and how we play... But first I need to call home...</span>