There really was a lack of animals present in the city. And those there were, well, most of them the meerkat knew. As Remy had said, humans outnumbered them greatly. However, it didn't sound as if it bothered him as much as it had Timon. Perhaps he was just more used to them? Living with humans and half the food in the tent. What a life that sounded like, especially the cuisine.

"You work in a restaurant?" he asked, thinking over what possible job Remy could serve in a local Cafe Ersesat. "What's that like?"

Jumping from Pumbaa's head onto the table beside them, Timon continued talking while gathering articles of food from the table spread for the warthog and himself to munch on.

"Me n' Pumbaa are from the Pridelands. We got better digs outside of 'em though. Compared to -Pumbaa, you want any of these?- the Pridelands, this place has got everythin'. Like you said, pal, there's plenty to eat n' nobody to eat you. -oh, these look interesting. I wonder if they come in purple..."

Returning to the end of the table, the meerkat lowered the small plate he had stacked with food to his friend. "Eat up! There's plenty more where it came from. There anythin' I can grab you while I'm up here, uh... Never got your name."