"[color=a187be]Yes, what [b]was[/b] that all about, Mr Bear?[/color]" asked the prince, with a somewhat concerned expression.

"[color=7bcdc8]Oh, Ain't nut'in all [b]'AT[/b] serious![/color]" he cat called back at Yvonne, before realizing how foolish, or worse, 'behaviorally unstable', he must have just looked. He cast his head down a bit, then muttered a sheepish response to the prince.

"[color=7bcdc8]S.. sorreh.  I tries suh hard tuh always does deh right thang.. sumtimes I dunno what's deh right thang tuh do. Sumthin' big like meh, peoples often 'lookin' fer sum reas'n tuh boot meh out deh door, ya knows?... 'Em folks.. Dey dun seem da quickest, ya asks me.. but lossa people dun think 'at 'bout muhself, ya know? -- 'ey jus' wan'ed sum bread, like any odder custom'r would... So dey came a bit late?-- So'd I-- Baker sol' me a big ol' bag a bread. Why I any bett'r 'an dey is? Just acause I gots 'ere firs? Ask'd nicer mebbeh? 'At ain't right, now is it? But 'en, if'n I gives 'em sum, dis here be da baker's place! What it say, I given em folks da baker's own bread, in is own damn house, fer free? Ya dig?  Some folks'd say I should jus' not care, but at aint da way it is... I cares 'bout evry-buddy, e'en peoples as 'a bit slow on deh uptake', ya unnerstand? An on toppa dat-- My poppa taught meh tuh not be stingy, an' shares what I gots, cause livin' hard fer everybody.[/color]"

He made a sheepish smile then flicked his ears.

"[color=7bcdc8]Lissn' tuh me.. Prattlin' on.  Talk'd moar tuday an I norm'lly does in a month.[/color]"

His head swung just a little toward, and down, toward the prince sitting next to him.

"[color=7bcdc8]How 'bout you, li'll fellar? You e'er get dumbstruck by no-win sit'yations?--What yer homelife like? (but keeps discreet, 'cause we in public.)--Say? Ya wan' sum bread? Likes uh said-- got sum lef'![/color]" 

His eyes practically sparkled with the offer, while patting the coarse vegetable sack just behind him with a free paw.