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Anyone seeing Willow on her way to J,GoB might notice the rose colored ribbon in her hair. Or they might notice the long, flowy peasant skirt which might be a little warm for the weather but which matched the ribbon.

Or they might skip all of that and notice the hoard of kittens that were playing about the hem of said skirt and gathering around her like she was a pied piper of kitties.

Willow got some milk, then took a seat and tried to feed and comfort the clingy kittens as much as one girl with two hands could do.

She might be heard to say things like "Who's got widdle whiskers? You do! Yes, you do!" because some things were inevitable.

[ooc: Willow's only here for Peter and for lunchtime, but feel free to use for other J,GoB needs.]

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Peter certainly didn't come into the shop cuddling two little kittens in his hands. The two little calico kities were most definitely a figment of peoples' imagination. Except for the part where he totally was cuddling them.

He saw Willow's circle of friends and laughed. With a bow, he said "good morning, Lady. I see the rumors about witches and cats are true?"

"Sir Peter," she said, giving a little bow from where she sat since that was all she could do with the kittens on her. "Apparently! Look at them all! They're so cute and small and ohmygod that one just yawned!! Did you see?"

"I say, I like this better than pudding rain." He sat down, allowing his two kittens to join the group around Willow. "And much, much better than gnomes."

"The gnomes were okay, but I didn't have to wake up with them," Willow said. She did her best to skritch all possible kitties. "These little guys are so clingy though. Do you think maybe they lost their moms?"

"Lucky you," Peter muttered. "I hope not. That would be a veritable slaughter of cats to produce this many orphans." He wiggled his fingers by the kittens causing two of them to do their best to kill his hand.

"Oh! Kitten knights!" Willow said of the two trying to fight him. "They've accepted your challenged and can you imagine how cute little suits of armor would be?"

Peter grinned as he managed to pin one of his attackers though the kitten continued to chew on his fingers ferociously. "I can't imagine they be too fond of that. Armour's heavy. Knights though?" He released the kitten and tapped it once on each shoulder. "I dub thee Sir Patches. Serve thy kingdom well and true."

Willow was delighted by that. She selected a grey striped kitten from the mix. "And you shall be Lady Katerina Philomina the Third. It's your job to cheer on Sir Patches and wave little kitty hankerchefs at him when he goes into battle. Though that does not mean you can't have a career of your own if you want one."

"Hopefully she'll allow Lady Kat for short," Peter commented with a wry grin. "The other's a bit of a mouthful." Sir Patches was entranced with batting at the hand that dubbed him, but Peter picked him up and set him next to Lady Kat. They immediately began wrestling. "I suppose they're getting along?"

"Possibly really well," Willow said as she watched them. She tilted her head at Lady Kat. "I think it's going to be hard to teach her how to curtsey. For starters, I don't know where her waist is. Also? She might not be a she."

"Four legged creatures usually just bow anyway regardless of their gender," Peter said. "I mean, can you imagine a centaur curtseying?"

"Good point. It'd be hard to get the back legs to do what you wanted. At least if My Little Ponies were anything to go by," Willow said. She watched Peter out of the corner of her eye, a pleased and thoughtful look on her face.

"The back legs do plenty when fighting," Peter said with a grin. He had started another kitten war by flipping Sir Patches over on his side. Lady Kat immediately attacked, and Peter watched, laughing. "Have you not ever ridden then?"

"Never," Willow said. She picked up one of the tinier kittens and helped it get some milk when the other kittens wouldn't get out of its way. "Closest I ever came was petting ponies at the zoo."

"Really?" Peter said startled. He had completely forgotten he'd not ridden much before Narnia. "I can hardly imagine that. I don't know how just now, but we must fix that." He smiled at the littlest one Willow was holding. "Who's that then?"

"I'd love to go riding," Willow said with a smile. She then cocked her head as though listening to the kitten. "He says his name is Pumpernickel."

"Pumpernickel?" Peter asked with a laugh. He reached over to scritch behind Pumpernickel's ears. "Hullo there." He looked up at Willow, grinning, "think we can keep them all?"

"Oh that would be so nice!" Willow said, wistfully. "Amy probably wouldn't like it, but maybe if I put her cage high enough?"

"If you had something heavy on top of cage so the cat couldn't get in, I can't imagine it would be that bad." He stood up carefully, letting the kittens jump to the ground except for a little calico that was still curled up in the crook of his arm. "Lunch then? Tell me what you want so you don't have to disturb them too?"

"Pain au chocolat, Monsieur Musketeer?" Willow asked, able to say that since she'd read it off the label in the pastry display. "And a mocha? Oh! And milk for the babies. Please."

Peter bowed, "mais bien sur, mademoiselle."

He went up to the counter and ordered two pain au chocolat, a mocha, some tea, and the milk.

Coming back to the table, he handed a roll and the mocha to Willow and knelt to pour the milk into a dish on the floor. The kitties were intrigued.

"Merci," Willow said. She sipped at the mocha happily. As she watched Peter pour the milk for the kittens, she had that pleased and thoughtful look on her face again.

Peter glanced up from the kittens to smile at her when he caught the look and flushed. "I can't tell if you're laughing at me or the cats," he said.

"Not laughing!" she promised. "Thinking! You're very nice to kitties, and that made me think that you must be very nice to other people or creatures that you take care of. Which got me thinking about how you must be at, you know, your job."

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "I hope I do well. It's Su who's 'the Gentle' though." He poured himself a cup of tea and added the last of the milk. "Looking forward to Miss Calendar's workshop this afternoon?"

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