Larsa didn’t appear all that phased by his appearance, something that made things much easier opposed to if it had. This relieved him, allowing him to smile further. Good, this left awkward staring and odd questions out as well. They could get down to business faster, and he wouldn’t have to put up with any confusion regarding his species. –though it was uncertain whether or not the Prince was familiar with his kind. If so he would get that cleared up as soon as possible.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied to the boy, waving a paw carelessly. “It’s all in a day’s work or something like that. And don’t worry ‘bout the formalities, kid. I ain’t gunna tell if you ain’t proper for a day or two.”
Smirking, he accepted Larsa’s offer regarding a ride and carefully climbed into his hand. In many cases he’d of gone on to say he could carry his own weight, but after the walk to the restaurant, even with the shorter distance introduced within the city, it was still long walk for him. Any opportunity to rest his feet he would take, and with little protest at that.

Upon entering the building, Timon instantly flagged down a host who immediately lead them to a small table in one of the corners of the restaurant. After placing their menu’s down, he gracefully bowed and assured them that their waiter would join them shortly. The meerkat was pleased to hear this and already had in mind what he wanted to order, but would wait for Larsa to choose something too if he had to.

“Alright,” the rodent said after glancing around the restaurant. “Lay it on me; what do you want to know first? Any burning questions? –and try to keep ‘em categorized. I can’t just tell you ‘everything’, you gotta give me somewhere to start.”