A head with wide eyes on the front, a fedora atop, and a purring black cat next to it peeked through the door into the Canaria Cafe. "'Ello? Anybody home? S'home, right? Go on, Kali, make yerself at home." Obstinately, the cat refused to budge. Instead, she idly batted Linus' ear, then went back to sleep. "Heh. Fair 'nuff."
He strode into the cafe slowly, wondering if it was closed...and deciding that since the door was unlocked, it probably wasn't. "Do discordian cafes ever close?" he wondered aloud. "Where's a fella ta get a good, juicy, bunless 'dog an' homemade apple pie?"
