Class finally lets out, and with a heavy sigh and a louder stomach, you make your way toward the cafeteria. It’s lunchtime, the halls buzzing with students, and you’re already picturing your tray piled high and laughter echoing from your usual table.

Patrice was already at your usual spot. Already seated, tray full, tail lazily swaying behind him. He spots you through the noise and lifts a hand with that big, easy grin of his.

“Well, well, look who decided to show up,” he grins. “I was starting to think I’d have to send a search party. The others said they'll join us in a bit.”