Quick Wendsday morning update. (It's not that far off scedule...)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Special Yellow Sauce. That belongs to Quince alone.

April 1st, 1958, W. Berlin

Chapter 28: Special Kittypets

Bluefur's POV:

"Hey Bluefur! What do you think of my bags?" Rosetail asked, sticking the oddly squarish container in front of her.

Today was April fools. After dealing with this charade for 14 years, I knew what was going on. Why spy wouldn't know counterintelligence?

I took the bag, and turned it towards Rosetail as I opened it.

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( - -)ﾉ┌ (Pie) Σ( )ﾉ

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"WAaaa! Bluefur!" Rosetail winced.

"Nice try." I lied.

"You're no fun." Rosetail wiped off her face with a napkin.

[Why does that handkerchief have the face of Thrushpelt on it?]

"Don't you trust me?" Rosetail sniffed.

"This is a clear reminder why." I sighed.

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"Anyways, We have to avoid Fuzzypelt at all costs." Rosetail told me.

Earlier:

{FUZZYPELT! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW} (O #) [^!$*%($%!]

(o_o||) [Shouldn't the kitchen supplies be locked by now? It's Fuzzypelt's 4th year of assulting Whiteye]

"Agreed."

Rosetail grinned, "Soooo, I thought of one place Fuzzypelt would not come."

"I'm not spending the entire day in the girl's bathroom." I shot her down.

"Oh, it's much better." Rosetail grinned devilishly.

I have an ominous feeling about this.

"Hello, Master!" An 11 year old girl smiled in a maid uniform. The restaurant was moderately full, even though it was nearly ten thirty.

"Isn't this where Fuzzypelt would come the most?" I absorbed the surroundings.

"Very funny." She rolled her eyes, "The social awkwardness would offset the testosterone. Besides, this place has some good milk tea."

"Don't you drink bubble tea?" I asked.

She patted her pocket, which outlined some sort of small pellets.

[Ahhh.]

"So, what table would you like?" The young girl asked, forcing her smile.

"We'll take the one at the far end." Rosetail patted her on the head, to which she growled.

"Don't touch my hair." She said as she lead us to the table.

"She acts as the prickly teen who has a height complex." Rosetail told me. "It's called 'Tsundere'. It comes from Japan."

"Order anything, but I can not guarantee that you'll live if you chose the milkshakes." She threw the menu on a table and walked away.

Rosetail smiled, "Great acting, Quince!"

"Shut up, midget." Quince said as she walked away.

(#0 o) {S-see Bluefur. p-Pretty goooo-d ser-vice.}

{Eh} (- - ); [She wasn't wrong]

"Anyways, what would you like to order?" Rosetail asked.

I looked through the menu. There were some classic entries, such as Hamburgers and French Fries. There were some oddballs as well, like Fritters and something called Omurice. I decided on something in the middle.

"I'll have the Kiwi scone with cherry tea." I told Quince.

"You know what I want." Rosetail smugly told her.

(- -*) [Really, Rosetail?]

Quince was less than impressed.

"Let me recall. I have a Kiwi scone with Cherry tea, for you. And I have pitch black coffee with 99% chocolate mixed with my special yellow sauce for the garden troll."

"Special yellow sauce?" I asked.

"Fresh from the bladder."

I snorted as Rosetail took the notepad Quince was holding and manually put her order in.

"I am one of your regulars!" Rosetail told her word by word as she shoved back the notepad.

"And I don't care!" Quince smiled. "Talk to Nutmeg if you want sympathy."

Well, she doesn't give a mousetail.

"Isn't she terrible, Bluefur?" Rosetail sighed.

"She has my respect though." I told Rosetail.

"Whose side are you on?" Rosetail pinched me.

"Here's your order." Quince gave me the Kiwi scone and Cherry tea.

"Thanks." I drank the tea. Surprisingly, it was pretty decent. Paired with the fact that I would see Rosetail and Quince fight, this might be a pretty good outing.

"Where's my order?" Rosetail asked.

"We're waiting for the special yellow sauce." Quince tapped her rear end. "It takes time you know."

Rosetail sighed, "Just get me the order."

"Apologize first." Quince told Rosetail.

"For what?" Rosetail snapped.

"For touching my hair." Quince pointed to her carefully dressed bun. There was no mark on it tough.

[I guess it's the thought that counts?]

Rosetail groaned, "FIIIINE. I'm sorry, sheesh."

Quince smiled back, "You know what, Master? The special yellow sauce is on me."

"It certainly will be." Rosetail vowed.

This is better than any form of entertainment.

I sipped on my tea as the hour passed by. "You know Rosetail, this isn't half bad."

"I know. They have a staff issue! that's ruining the experience, though." Rosetail shouted.

"Heard that!" Quince yelled from the back, serving a man in a brown overcoat.

"I know!" Rosetail yelled back.

"Say, how did this place even function? It seems to only cater to middle aged perverts." I sipped on the tea.

"Not really. It's really popular with diplomats and politicians." Rosetail took one of my scones.

"What's the difference?"

"Good point."

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"It's also funded by someone's Girlfriend." Rosetail shrugged.

"Okay... Great." I finished the last scone.

"Do you want to do something?" Rosetail asked, bored.

"Sure." I responded.

"Do you want to prank Fuzzypelt?"

"How?"

Rosetail and I walked paid for the meal (Except for the Special Yellow Sauce™), and made our way throughout the city.

( o o) {So Rosetail, what do you want to do to Fuzzypelt?}

{I don't know. Perhaps hide his cards? I'm running out of intuition.} ¯\_(o o )_/¯

This was awkward.

My radio buzzed in my pocket. Thank Starclan.

Rosetail took out hers, and showed it to me.

{Guys, come quick. There's an emergency at base!} - Communications device 1 (Fuzzypelt)

I looked at Rosetail, and took off towards the bookstore.

I panted as I opened the door. Inside, the books were scattered on the floor, and two of the shelves were on the ground.

Rosetail opened the door behind me, "What's *Wheeze* going on?"

As soon as she saw the state of the library, she asked me, "Where's the book corner guy?"

[That's Right!]

The costumer that commonly took up the bean bags was nowhere to be seen.

"He probably escaped." I said, as I walked to the bathroom.

As Rosetail and I entered the elevator, we mentally prepared ourselves for what to come.

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After sitting through a nauseating ride on the elevator, The door opened to show a figure shooting electricty at our team members.

I feel bad to leave you on a cliffhanger.

But not bad enough to write this out alittle more.

See you next week!