Bon Appétit [Completed]

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Character(s): Timon, Pumbaa, Vyers, and Sally
Content: After Vyers promise to treat Timon to lunch, the pair enjoy a home cooked meal with the company of their own two guests.
Setting: Porfavore's [I5]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: none

The large smirk across the meerkats lips never ceased to fade, even after the long journey to the little family owned restaurant. He'd definitely been thinking of something he liked. Wither it was the free meal he was about to receive, or perhaps something more, it would remain mystery. Well, at least for now. As much as he'd of liked to, Timon couldn't spill anything. The possibility of Pumbaa accidentally letting something slip was unfortunately to high.

... Then again, the warthog was his best friend. They'd known each other for years and never kept a secret from one another. Not any secret he knew of, anyway. Then again, that didn't mean Pumbaa couldn't be hiding something from him. -wait, what was he thinking? HE was the one keeping the secret here, not Pumbaa. How could he not tell him his plan? Oh wait, he just explained that, hadn't he?

As Porfavore's came into sight, he pushed the thought away and began to bounce excitedly on his friends head. "There it is!" He said, pointing toward the restaurant. "Finally! I was startin' to think we'd taken another wrong turn. Geez, this map his harder to use than I thought... They outta start puttin' up signs 'round this place."

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Ah, the sweet smell of success. Leaning against a pepper shaker on the table, the meerkats grin stretched further across his lips as he observed his work. The scene in which Vyers had created due to his excitement was more than amusing. And here people doubted him for so many things. HA! He could convince anyone of anything in this city if he wanted to. With his quick wit, smooth talk, and lack of guilt... Yes, cleverness was definitely ample in him. Feeling particularly proud of himself, one could only question who was the real devil seated at the table.

"Great, you're hired!" Timon finally exclaimed, taking a few steps toward the demon. "You start immediately. You'll be required to stay with us at all time, protect us from all possible threats, do the laundry, cook, clean, give the odd back rub, you know? If you do a good job, you might get a little somethin'. But we'll discuss the possibility of payment later. First things first; lunch!"

Turning to return to his spot on his companions head, the rodent suddenly froze, caught by surprise by the disapproving scowl Sally gave him. For a moment, he simply stood there, staring up at her in the manner a small child would when caught performing an act of disobedience by a parent. Like he knew what he'd done was wrong, that he should sincerely apologize for playing such a trick on Vyers. But that all changed once he opened his mouth.

"What?" he asked, looking at the rag doll questioningly. "What'd I do?"