With the weak little bristled hairbrush in one hand, Celes had taken a walk around the Sun Room, smoothing out her curls as best she could. Eventually, though, her laps around the room slowed and she stopped near a couch. Unfortunately, it was occupied by a cat of a man, who looked terribly comfortable.

"May I sit here?" she asked, fairly sure he'd not been one of those people she'd seen in the cafeteria the night previous. If he had been, and he was bitter about it, she was well prepared to defend herself with the hairbrush.