Wow, nobody guessed who the expert was? Grrrrrrrr. Eh, well here's chappie 10!

"Hello? Is it ready?" Vic asked as she entered an alleyway behind a mansion.

"Yup. Now I'll push your chair in, love." Mungojerrie said as he got up from his makeshift table.

"Ok. So, what do I do now?" She asked as a bit of sweat dripped down her face.

"Now, you have ta' put your napkin on your lap." He said with a helpful gesture.

"Ok," Vic said as she adjusted her napkin, "now what?"

"Alroight, now afta' we eat, we should probably...hm...I know! Why don't we practice being taken home?" He suggested.

"Great." She said as she started to get out of her seat.

"Allow me." Mungo said as he pulled her seat out.

Electra solemnly walked home.

She sighed and said to herself, "Why is nothing going right for me?" She kept walking with her head hanging lower than a grave, until he heard pawsteps; a tom's pawsteps. Her ears perked up as she turned around. Plato was running toward her.

"Hi, Plato!" Shew said as he passed her. She skidded to a halt and waited for her to catch up.

"Where are you going?" They asked each other in unison.

"Oh...I'm just walking home, that's all." Leccy said blushing.

"I'm going to pick Vicky up. She said she had a surprise for me." Plato said.

"Oh. At her house?"

"At Victoria Grove, actually. I think she and Mungojerrie made some art project and I was probably the muse." He said slightly bragging.

"Oh. I know that you two are dating but..." Electra's heart was about to beat right out of her chest as she said, "if you and Vicky don't work out, would you want to be my mate?"

"I'd love that." Plato said as he smiled at her. He ran ahead and Electra headed toward her house. Although, he thought that he and Vic would never break up. They had so much chemistry; something special and sacred.

"Alroight, now link arms with me and we'll walk back to the mansion." Mungo said.

"Ok. How is this gonna help me?" Vic asked as the two walked back to Victoria Grove.

"It's gonna make Plato wanna kiss you." He explained.

"Oh. That makes sense. Kind of." She said sheepishly.

"Alroight, now that we are on the porch, I put my paws on your waist and—"

"Wait, where?"

"—your waist," He said suavely. "Now, you put one paw to my face...and you kiss me."

"I don't know. I don't think I can." She said as she gingerly put her paw on his face.

"It's ok. Just pretend Oi'm 'im." He said leaning in. His lips touched hers ever so slowly. And she imagined Plato's face. But, suddenly, the both of them heard footsteps.

Plato walked near the porch and said (with tears in his eyes), "This was your surprise? How could you do this to me?"