"Figure out what they want? Hell, all I can tell is something about the days of the week and cats. Someone is real insistent about a cat."

Reno scooted up into the seat and then began to make his way to the counter by stepping over and across the booths. The faceless customers did not seem pleased in the slightest that he was putting his shoes on the table. Reno didn't care.

"At least you have a face." Reno hopped down and slipped behind the counter, feeling slightly better to put something between himself and the line of weirdos. "Speaking of, why do you have a face and they don't?"