Fox grinned, accepting the rest of his breakfast with swift hands. "Oh thank you! I haven't had one of these in ages. Oh, I had a burrito for the first time last week. It was amazing. I understand, now," she assured, taking an overly generous bite of his breakfast, then chewing thoughtfully. "As long as Baba Violette doesn't swat at me for appreciating her food, It'll be nice to see her again," she said, swallowing.
Three tails indeed. Fox put her food down on the edge of one of the performer's vanity tables and hoisted herself up to sit beside it, crossing her legs as was her custom. Her elbows found her knees, chin in hands to study the old friend sitting across from her. She snickered. "Pffft. Old. What's old anyway?" To creatures such as they, it was a nebulous definition.
"The Ringmaster kind of freaks me out," she confessed, dropped her tone to a conspiratorial pitch. "There was a wolf shifter a while ago that didn't like the smell of me, but he never saw me. That was creepy. A few of the witches are seriously up to no good, so that's ... eh." She pulled a face. She'd never been entirely keen on witches, as a default. "Do you like everyone? How are the people here?" Fox made a broad gesture to indicate the Burning Palace, curious to know Orion's thoughts.