you were laying on the beach after an extravaganza of a heist that has preceded your lay off from crime for a couple of years, being able to conceal your identity easily. But then you saw a chubby feline approach you. You immediately recognised her as one of your allies by circumstance, Whisk. As she was looking at you with a smirk, she finally decided to ask.

Hey tiger, do you really want to just lazily lay and bathe in the sun while I have fun swimming? You sure are missing lots of stuff.

Whisk was still wearing her thieving suit, but you have noticed a considerable pudge forming from all her recent indulgences.

Will you be blunt about that with her? Only time can tell.