The catgirl waitress goes about her business of getting more food and other things for various peoples and the table of other catgirls. They consider her a moment before dismissing her, mewling at her about something or other before she scampers off in a more then brisk scamper. Which is all great when the cleric goes and fetches his pet, who is all smiles and energy after such a romp and getting the mandatory nap afterwards. Scampering down the stairs to meet him, narrowing avoiding the somber drunk monk lady, as you all go back to your tables with a fresh ale of mug for the monk, curtsey of the catgirl waitress again.