Caitlin and Van
Van snickered at the thought of Caitlin, in her cat form, climbing the dress and upsetting the girl who wore it. That'd be something youtube worthy. Mention of normal food had Van rubbing his belly under his shirt. "Mmmm, spicy anything sounds good right now. We should've brought our own food."
Watching as Caitlin bit into the puff, Van couldn't help but be turned on a little. Why'd it have to be filled with cream? He sipped from his drink to distract himself and then glanced down at the half-eaten treat on his knee. Caitlin had a weird way about her that he liked. She didn't hand it to him, no, she put it on him. Something a cat would do, maybe, he thought.
Van popped that one into his mouth and chewed a bit more cautiously than he had with the last, nodding along to what she was saying. "Most of the kids here are pretty spoiled," he agreed. "Even most of the other orphans. Probably have never had a hardship their whole life that money wasn't there to solve for them. Traveling all around the world like it's nothing."