[b][i] – Kathy [/i][/b]

“No no no, don’t apologize.” Kathy told Little Feather, smiling. “I don’t ask questions unless I’m genuinely curious. Tell me as much as you’d like, and I’m more than happy to listen. Although I’m really no good with history and customs so you’ll probably have to be patient and explain a lot for me to understand.” She gave Little Feather a chance to continue if she wanted to, and after a while she glanced over at Lion and asked, “By the way… Since he’s a spirit animal and all, does he eat? I’m not sure the cafeteria really carries anything fit for a lion, unless he can stomach cooked and seasoned meat.”

An unexpectedly sharp and loud voice (for a library) scolding someone caught her attention, followed by the unmistakable sound of books falling all over the place. Noticing that for the first time since they sat down someone else was the center of attention, Kathy also glanced over in that direction to see who or what could possibly draw more stares than a large white lion. She froze for a moment from the recognition. Once she recovered in the next moment she thought, [i]‘… That makes the third female I know Crash has sent a flying object around.’[/i] Managing to overhear his last name, she realized for the first time that she didn’t actually even know what his real name was. She let out a deep sigh and chewed on her lower lip, forgetting about the other people around her for a moment. [i]‘This is why I’m being illogical and ridiculous. I don’t know anything about him. I’m being delusional, and caught up in the moment from yesterday. And worse, causing trouble because of it too.’[/i]

Determined not to do anything more she would regret that day, she picked up one of her other books and tried to focus on the first page. “…” It was no good. With just one glance she could tell that not a single word was going to enter her head. Closing her eyes, she let out another sigh as she looked to be mentally preparing herself for something.

Re-opening her eyes, she looked around at the people around the table again. Knowing her actions had probably been strange she gave them a meek smile before whispering, “Excuse me for a moment.” She walked up to Crash, drawing close enough to reach out and touch the book in his hand if she wanted to. In a calm, quiet voice she looked up at him and advised, “… You’ll probably want to sit down to read that, if you don’t want to cause another accident.”