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Hissette tilts her head this way and that, admiring the golden sheen to her bracelet-turned-crown. She's draped over Frankie's shoulders, their head framed by her elegant emerald green. Their head is also tilting this way and that, admiring their silver bolt earrings. Both accessories were gifts from their mutually beloved Cleo.
Said Cleo is watching the pair of them watch themselves in her vanity mirror, checking her diamond-studded watch for the time. "Frankie, baby, our reservation is in thirty minutes."
"It's a five-minute walk to the Coffin Bean! And we don't have a reservation, it's the Coffin Bean."
"No, but Deuce is supposed to be saving our favorite table for us!"
"Ooh!" Frankie's eyes glimmer like mismatched opals, turning their gaze to Hissette. "Sorry, snakey, but Cleo and I have to go."
Hissette's eyes widen with a plea, and Frankie just nods.
"Honey, can Hissette come with us? She asked so politely."
Cleo blinks, tilting her head. "You can speak snake?"
"Mhm, I have a little cerebral from a charmer. So can she come with?"
Cleo shakes her head, sighing. "As sweet as she is, non-service animals aren't allowed in the Coffin Bean."
Hissette's eyes narrow, looking back at Frankie. Frankie nods again, and they both turn to Cleo, showing their sweet eyes and sticking out twin tongues. Hissette knows such a cute look always gets her whatever she wants, and it's near cruel to weaponize her own Frankie in the same way. But Cleo is a weak, weak woman.
"Fine, we'll get something to go and switch to an outdoor table."
"Yay!" Frankie throws their arms up in the air, and Hissette lets her tail wrap around one of their biceps.
Cleo rolls her eyes, kissing Frankie's cheek and the top of Hissette's head. "Come on, you two. We can't be late."