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Said smol bear replies with a sheepish murmur. "M-my name's Noah." His voice goes quiet on saying his name, still shuffling his paws as he glances down. "N-nice to meet you."

Natasha yawns in greeting to the morning light. Cleaning up a bit before sitting down to have some breakfast of Belgian waffles, with chocolate chips and cinnamon inside, and topped with strawberries and whipped cream, while drinking a glass of milk.

He sat across from Natasha with a bacon, pepper jack, jalapeño, and cheddar omelet and a glass of mango nectar.

"You're my favorite co-worker. You know that?"

Looks at the plate of food, as the smell wafts her nose with a squeeze to her inside though she was halfway into her waffles, watching as it got placed down and looks up as Mathius sits across.

Then to his comment she ducks her head with a smile, “Ah, well thank you.” Her fur puffing up in response.

He ate a forkful of his omelet. His face reddened slightly due to the heat of the peppers which made the savory bacon a bit more intense.

"I need to buy a new waffle iron. Your breakfast just reminded me"

Tritonius strides into the bar. "Right, what's on the breakfast menu?"

Couldn't help but chuckle as he reddens from he peppers, "Good thing my fur is black. Never have to worry about someone seeing me flushed or red."
She grins and then perks at the mention of a waffle iron. "Belgian waffles are the best. I'll go around carrying a whole large waffle and it eat bit by bit." She finished the last of her waffle and strawberries.

Cathfawr was laying in one of the booths, sprawled all out, tail in his mouth, as snow leopards were known to bite on their tail. He was asleep.

Natasha felt the mood strike, feeling creative. Taking out a small art kit, flipping open the travel box to look at the contents inside. A couple of tubes from acrylic, watercolor and gouache paint and a portable water jar and a palette. Fiddling with a small brush and media pad, she picks some of the watercolor and gouache tubes to experiment with.

Cathfawr smelt the paint, opening his eyes. He spit out his own tail and then sat up, looking for the paint, then he walked over, his arms crossed.
"Are you painting?" He asked Natasha, though a bit of a obviously answered question, he still asked anyway.

She was testing a combination of the color aqua and stone gray in the media pad when Cathfawr approaches her, the evidence of his question in view site, but the act of painting she hadn’t started yet, “Not quite yet, my choices are a bit overwhelming with an idea brainstorming, a couple actually so I’m testing some paint colors and the consistency of the paint itself to see which I want to settle with.” The colors of the tubes were each a different medium of acrylic, watercolor and a gouache tube.

Cathfawr stood there, his eyes focused on the tubes.
His silence was interrupted with a yawn, and he uncrossed his arms to rub his eyes.

"My dad was really into calligraphy, I don't know about painting though." He said, his ears twitching.

Her ears perk up at the mention of calligraphy, with a nod she says, “I’ve tried to do calligraphy, I didn’t take to it as well as brush strokes, I can paint the style of calligraphy but trying to write with it, doesn’t work the same.” Even as she says this it was still a puzzle to her. Glancing at some of the pens in her kit. “Which I do love fountain pens, and I have some glass ones now.”

Mas would have woken up from her nap, her arms were crossed.. It seems she was the only monster awake right now.. as Horus was away and Hapy was currently sleeping

Cathfawr sat down. "Can I see them?"

Curious as to what he wants to see, “The pens?’ As she reaches into her kit.

"Yes, the pens." Cathfawr stifled a smile.

Najma was sleeping too, his back propped against Mas' body, eyes closed, his hand limply holding his crook.

The Sphinx would smile at him.. putting a wing over the Pharoh "Are you still asleep.. your majesty.. I believe its been long enough..

Najma whined a bit and covered his eyes with his free hand, his other hand gently letting go of the crook. "Five more minutes.." He murmured softly, turning on his side, burying his face into Mas' wings.