The concept of paying for anything was very new to Simba, who living in the jungle for most of his life, learned just to get what he wanted himself. It looked like he would have to get used to this odd system though, if he was going to stay in this place.

He smiled as the human got up, and the lion followed him out of the restaurant. He was excited to see this 'ice cream' and to taste it, even though it was made from milk. It was easy enough not to run into the crowds that flooded the streets, as they gave Simba a wide berth, probably not knowing if he would attack them or not. The lion, however, did not pay attention, but just looked around at the various structures and designs on the dome. "Did humans build all of this stuff? It doesn't look natural to me."