the-teacat-cafe

Credit goes to http://scribblin.deviantart.com/ Gala was alone in the kitchen. The other members of the crew were fast asleep or working away in another room, and the light of the warm lamp shone dimly in the night. She surveyed the ingredients before her with tired interest. These were new fruits and flowers, and Gala certainly hoped that her customers would enjoy the new batch of teacats. She swept the armful of lantern rose petals into the kettle, watching silently as the water began to boil. The teacat maker slid onto a fluffy armchair mere feet away from the refrigerator, emerald irises flickering over to land on a bubble teacat sittin