It is a busy Sunday at Slim Pickins, the most popular grocery supermarket in the entirety of Table Town. Many citizens have come in to do their weekly shopping. In the center thoroughfare of the store, a table is set up with a sign for 'Free Samples'. Manning the table is a very, VERY short hairless anthropomorphic feline employee wearing gigantic glasses and a red cap. The nametag on their absurdly oversized vest reads 'Gordon'. The expression on his round, youthful face is nothing short of sour, enormous emerald eyes narrowed behind the thick, black-rimmed spectacles perched on their tiny kittenish snout. The tray in front of him is laid with little paper cups of cheese speckled with herbs, "Mini Quiches", as advertised by the colorful standee set up beside the table. The sample quiches are organized into rows with military-like neatness. The entire station is painstakingly tidy, and Gordon stands at attention, dead center, atop a stepstool to see over the table. Gordon is peering around as if on the hunt for something, troublemakers or anyone attempting to break the rules of his carefully ordered world. The kitten's wrinkled face softens into a smile when you approach the stall though. "Hello, dear customer, would you care for a free sample?" his voice is quite deep, which is a surprise coming from such a babyfaced feline. He sees your expression and lets out a weary sigh. "Yes, I know, I know, I look like a kid, it's just a while ago, a witch named Helen accidentally zapped me with a spell meant for another person and now I look like this," Gordon explained patiently, adjusting his glasses as they slid down his tiny pink nose.