"Hwbegh?!" said Kat while leaping two feet into the air and bringing her arms over her face in a defensive posture.

"Oh! Oh right. Right right right. Phew. Jeeeeeeeez. My heart! You've been so quiet I, uh. I mean. I thought you wandered off or something. Fsshhyaaa, my heart!"

She pats her chest as if to demonstrate and then very awkwardly clears her throat. Her other hand holds a plate piled high with Mystery Fried Rice, a small bread bun that had turned red during baking from all the spices stuffed inside of it, and exactly three (3) crab(?) rangoons(!).

She sniffs at the rice and makes A Face. But she sits down to eat it anyway with a shrug and a very tactical reach across the table for a can of cheap cola, aka the wine of the foxgirl world. A lot of foxgirls would tell you that wine is the wine of the foxgirl world, but Kat was simply not good enough at crime to get her hands on any, and thus the expression.

She watches Berserker eat for a moment and smiles at the odd combination of voracity and refinement that settles over her Servant. With her chin leaning on one hand and a set of chopsticks lazily floating between her own food and her mouth, she turns to regard Caster again.

"Sorry, what were you asking again? Recycling? I don't know her. What's she got to do with all've this? Like, I dunno what you mean by so little. Like if anything we've got the opposite problem? Have you never gone through that thing where you pick somethin' up all fulla good intentions and then it just sorta... sits there? And then it piles up and piles up and the next thing you know it your life is full of clutter and no longer sparks joy? No? I swear I... oh, mmmmgh, what did they [i]put[/i] in th-- oh no is that cilantro? Blegh!"

Cough cough,  spit spit, sip, sigh. Kat tries to sit up and carry herself with the slightest extra bit of decorum, to go back to feeling like she could maybe be some kind of princess or something. She doesn't push her plate away, though she does focus on the bread for a while before braving the rice again.

"I mean, I dunno. It's just good to get rid of stuff sometimes. Otherwise you get weighed down and stuff. Like, Cy always says that's dumb and you can't ever have enough stuff, especially gold and luxury goods, but um..." 

She shifted her eyes nervously about the pavilion and waved Caster closer to her. Closer still, until she could lean in for a conspiratorial whisper.

"Don't tell her I said this? But I think she might be a sillyhead. Like I know she's a cool big sister type fox and all but her schemes always end up with us in bondage and skimpy outfits and stuff. Damn Fox is real busy on her 500 year plan to steal a bunch of fried tofu so she doesn't give a lot of advice but you'd trust a nine tail before a three, right? It's a bigger number! How'd you even get that many without bein' real good at foxin'?

"So anyway yeah? Like, yeah. It's just good to rid of stuff sometimes. Nice stuff, icky stuff, old stuff, new stuff. We just do it like this 'cause it makes it more fun. And if you make it fun then nobody has to feel guilty for letting it all pile up. And like, somebody's gonna want most of it, right? This is the best way to make sure it all gets to where it's gotta. Or to find out if it's got nowhere left to be after all. And it... eugh. Goshies. It'd be... it'd be [i]rude[/i] not to finish this? Right? Dang it."

Katherine's chopsticks return to motion. Though her tails and ears droop to taste of soapy rice and over chewy bits of meat(??), she cleans her entire overladen plate like the good girl that she is. Gross as it might be for her, somebody worked hard on this. She doesn't want them to feel sad, like they failed the challenge set before them.