“Now there’s a good idea.” The meerkat said and nodded in approval. “I knew you had at least one in there.” He complimented, gesturing to the demons head. Though whether it could truly be considered a compliment was up for debate. As for the idea of a green sea, it did not seem particularly appealing to Timon. However, he was confident if the food was as unflattering as its origins name they could leave without a fuss. That was what Krichevskoy had seemed to imply at least.

Timon snapped his fingers, a memory having sparked. “Oh! That reminds me…” He jumped down from the table and onto the booth seat. “I – er, got you somethin’.” he called to the demon, reaching for the bag he had brought with him. It was thrown onto the table to be followed by the meerkat scrambling back up after it. He reached into it as he spoke. “Being as generous as I am – and I’m pretty generous – I thought what better way than to show my kindness and overall good nature than to give you… Ah, just a-! To give… Give you…! Oh, for pigs sake!”

It was not long before his grin became a frown, the flustered meerkat digging longer than he had expected through the bag. Only after lifting it did it become abundant where its content had gone. A truly disappointed Timon could be seen through the large hole that had torn through the bottom of the bag.

“I spent all day lookin’ for those!” he groaned and tossed the bag down in frustration. Why was it every time he tried to do something right it turned out wrong? “Maybe I can find more.” Timon thought out loud. He turned to Krichevskoy, prepared to leave the restaurant. “Just wait here!”