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[Action -> Written on the 18th]

[After a conversation with Buffy, Katie's on the hunt. This week, anywhere between the 14th to the 18th, she's looking for a man with red skin who may or may not be incredibly old (by her own thoughts on the matter) but she's reliably informed he might be able to help her.

That's not gonna work out so well, mind. But such is life. On the 18th, she hunts through town as a kitten, because by this time she's getting too much attention. That, and asking fellow cats for possible directions is less attention-getting when you're a cat yourself. 8|

In the end, though, she has no luck. So loathe as she is to use her journal, she tries asking outright on the journals; written and hopefully as anonymous as possible.]

[Written]

Dear John with the red skin,

Can I have my magic back, please?

[Seems legit.]

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[Never in a million years, Pumpkin. The chef will find you soon enough. ...she may be thinking selfishly that if she happens to be on hand at the time he might cook her some fish. >_> She utters the smallest meow of greeting back, which doesn't look all that strange. People meow at cats all the time, don't they? And sits herself right down on the ground there and then so Pumpkin has a small child to climb onto if she so desires. Scritch, scritch, scritch.]

[Katie, it’s like you know this cat. Pumpkin wastes no time in scaling the small girl, affectionately butting her head underneath her chin. Seriously, you should come over more. >_> Drown her in attention. She likes you, small child.]

Pumpkin-chwaaaaaaaaaaan!! [And of course, there’s the distressed call of a chef on the hunt, ringing through the village air. Hearing her owner, the cat can’t help but still and cant her ears in the direction of the sound, though she’s loathed to move from her position on Katie’s lap. Sanji will find them eventually, so might as well wait.]

[And Katie starts giggling, because it's very tempting to hide, cat and all, and watch Sanji run around some more. She won't, though. For one, Pumpkin is quite comfortable where she is, and so Katie will just while away the time until Sanji finds them both showering Pumpkin in much love and affection.

Besides, really she's doing Sanji a favour by doing this. Yes. >_>a]

[Some favor. B| Running running running running run-- oh wait. Stopping now. He scoots to a halt the moment that familiar shade of orange comes into view, a huge sigh of relief on his breath as he approaches.] There you are--

... Katie-chan? [There's a surprise. Not that he's upset to see his cat in the girl's lap rather than some random tree in the forest.

Okay so this probably was a good favor.]

[Katie glances up with a lazy sort of cat-in-sunbeam smile and continues scritching Pumpkin behind the ears.] Hello, Sanji. Have you lost someone?

... I thought I had. [Pumpkin, somehow sharing a near identical expression with Katie, purrs like an engine and shows no signs of movement. The chef just shakes his head in slight wonder and grins widely] But apparently you found her for me.

I shall have to charge you a finder's fish. [>_> It's worth a shot, man.]

Oh ho.

And what type of fish would a finder's fish be?

An extremely delicious one.

Well, it so happens that I have a few finder's fish at the restaurant, but I can't find anyone to eat them.

Oh. Well, then. [She stares down at the kitten in her lap as if coming to a silent agreement, and then peers up with her best impression of a hungry kitten. Which is surprisingly good, for some reason >_>]

Can Pumpkin come?

[Ha. Haha. B| Strange, Sanji is starting to build a new appreciation for all these cat-like expressions. As for the question, he stoops down to pick Pumpkin up, and she goes willingly]

It wouldn't be any fun if we left her here! [And let's face it - despite being a naughty cat, she's going to get fish too] And I gotta make sure she doesn't run off again.

[Katie scrambles up as her lap is vacated, and she offers him a smile which seems shyer now she has no Pumpkin to hide behind. As it were.] And we can't have not having any fun.

[She will happily trail after Sanji to Seventh Heaven.]

[It's a short trip, though slightly elongated thanks to Pumpkin attempting to scale up to Sanji's head despite the chef's amused protests. He's grateful to set her down once they're in the restaurant, and not to his surprise, his cat zooms right off the moment she's set free - probably to find the highest vantage point and troll incoming customers.]

I guess this is what I get for spoiling her.

Do you mind that she does it? [Hey, Katie understands the high vantage point thing. She gives a little wave at the cat.] I like to spoil my cat. She spoils me back all the time.

[He immediately brightens] Not at all! Pumpkin-chan can do whatever she likes~! [Yep. Spoiled with a capital S. Though Sanji gives Katie a bemused glance]

You have a cat?

No. I have a dog. But there's a cat that likes to think that she has me. Have you seen a black one called Licorice?

[Brook looked after it while Nami was one inch high |D]

[Well in that case...]

So that was your cat. [Fitting, he supposes. Katie seems like a staunch cat-lover for some unfathomable reason.]

You should bring her over some time! I bet Pumpkin-chan would love a playmate. [While he chats, he leads Katie into the kitchen proper, holding open the swinging doors]

[Katie hurried her steps to catch up, scooting through the door as if she's afraid he'll change his mind.] I think I shall! Licorice needs more friends, she's very lonely. [...Licorice gets around, actually. But shh. >_>a] And she loves fish, t...

[...and your kitchen smells delicious. Whatever she was going to say next sort of trails off as she kind of leans back and tries to inhale it all in one shot.]

[... Uh oh, did the smell knock her speechless? Sanji bites back a snicker and just watches the expressions play out on her face, scooting closer to the fridge]

Another fish lover? Maybe I should pack some away for Licorice-chan, too.

All cats love fish. [Shiiifty eyed gaze.] Would you mind? She eats more than I do.

I think I can handle that. [Opening the fridge now, and... huh]

Sorry Katie-chan, I guess I'm out of finder's fish. All I've got is salmon, tuna, catfish, cod, trout...

[She must be so disappointed.]

[Oh so very.]

Cod--!!

I-I mean cod is terrible, but I'm sure if you're out of finder's fish it will have to do. [>_>]

[Oh no, don't let him twist your arm over this, Katie! Even if he's already pulling out said cod and inspecting it for freshness. Yep, this'll do.]

In that case, just give it fifteen minutes and-- oh! [He pauses in the middle of grabbing some foil, looking over his shoulder] What kind of fish would your Licorice-chan like?

She'll settle for cod, too. [Clearly they share the same tastes.] I think she's allergic, but that's okay. [And Katie is trying her best not to look hungry.]

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