Meemar stomps in.

[Meemar]

To anyone listening, he is rambling something about "shake" and "bake", and seems  none too happy about either.  He heads to the tavern, then returns with typical Meemar-sized plate and mug, before looking around.

[Meemar]

After being distracted by the color pink on the note on the wall, the dust dancing in the sunlight, and his own blue sash, Meemar remembers that big plates of food are heavy.  He heads for an empty table and plops down.

[Ashe]

Padding into the Tavern on cat's paws, a figure hidden in the folds of a white fur-trimmed blue cloak, and tall boots enters the kitchen and exits with a cup, and a piece of bread and a lump of cheese. Their hands are covered by dark gloves,a nd they approach Meemar quietly. A familiar voice addresses him from the folds of the cloak. "Meemar, my friend, may I sit and share a meal with you?"

The figure bends down and reveals their appearance to him, offering a wide toothy grin. 

[Meemar]

Meemar says, "Sure, my friend.  Join me!"

[Ashe]

The figure sits and adjusts their hood to cover their identity from the rest of the Tavern. As they eat the bread and cheese in their hand and sip from the cup in front of them, they also lean closer to the Sylvan. In a low voice, they speak, voice indistinguishable over the noise of the Tavern.

(Pm incoming)

[Ashe]

The figure seated beside Meemar finishes their meal, and stands to hug Meemar. After a few moments, they rise and move on, hurrying through the Tavern doors, gloved hand holding their hood in place. To anyone paying attention they can see a flash of stripes, spots, and what seems to be a pair of tails beneath the cloak.