'Cops' I think as I approach the table. Cops that don't eat meat. Seems unlikely, but here they are looking ready to order. "I'll have what she's having". the tall young one says, gesturing towards the table where Puggy is finishing off her plate. I grin inwardly. It's something alright. The rest of the top orders, chopped salads, rice plates, lunches all around.
I pass Puggy's table on my way back to the kitchen, and notice the dreamy look in her eyes. She is far, far from this bustling dining room. She licks a dab of sauce from her lip, a languid flick of the tongue, a swallow. I hope she's still here when my young cop finishes his plate. Into the kitchen, I shout out the orders and we all share a grin before I head back out to offer Miss Holly a dessert I know she won't be able to resist. That oughta slow her down.