fandomtownies | Ching Tai, Saturday Night

The day had been hazy and incredibly humid as Honor and Hamish made their way around the various landmarks around Washington, DC. Nimitz had not been happy about being left behind, but eventually understood: it simply would not do to have an oversized cat, capable of sign language and empathic conversation, perched on Honor's shoulder as she wandered around the capitol city, circa 2006. When Honor and Hamish returned to the island, her major domo, Mac, assured her that, contrary to what Nimitz might imply, "The Stinker" had spent most of the day lazing about and munching celery. He had not been mistreated at all.

An hour later found Honor and Hamish wandering the sidewalks of Fandom, eventually ending up at Ching Tai. Hamish stood aside and held open the door to allow Honor to enter first. With a nervous swipe at the tip of her nose with her index finger, she smiled a bit uncertainly and entered the restaurant.

[Open for all your Chinese food cravings. Well, IC ones, anyway.]