Henn had realized, sometime after recovering from Thursday and Friday, that he had completely neglected to mention any of this plan to the fourth quarter of the wolfpack. This was clearly something that had to be remedied immediately.
Or, in typical Henn fashion, played with.
Sometime after lunch a young man walked into the shop, Henn's distinctive eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and the equally distinctive dye job hidden under a spiffy hat, namely a pinstripe fedora that he'd borrowed from Cass. The tribal tattoos of Kitten were still somewhat visible under the cuffs of the jacket, and Kitten himself was likely nearby, "So, I'm looking for a book for a friend of mine." He said, leaning against the counter, "I'm pretty sure it's blue."