“Garden?” Since when had Paixao had a garden? Timon’s interest was immediately peaked at the idea, though he had a sneaking suspicion that the plants were no different than those in the rest in the city; fake. Still, it couldn’t hurt to ask… Timon opened his mouth and then, almost immediately, closed it. That would be a waste of a question, wouldn’t it? Especially when it was likely the plants weren’t even real.

“What kind of answer is that? I already knew they used to meet at City Hall. And the city, really? I would have never guessed. Could you be anymore vague? Inside the city, outside the city… You know, it’s kinda a big place.” The meerkat stopped to rub his temples in frustration. “You need to be more specific. So far you haven’t given me any new information. Either you start telling me something useful or I call this whole thing off and smash ‘it’.”