A clear sky, with only a mild breeze and slightly chilly, Sasha couldn't have really asked for better this late in the year, but as she holds a borrowed coat tighter to herself, standing behind the serving station at the middle of the line. She has to stand with her side to the table, her MASSIVELY bloated middle making facing forward nearly impossible and potentally a desaster if she moved in the wrong way. To one side of her are heating bins that she, herself, keeps warm. Inside is BBQ pulled pork, hot dogs, polish sausages, burgers, and boneless grilled chicken breasts. On the otherside, the side that is open to the public, are various kinds of buns, hogie rolls, hot dog buns, burger buns, plain bread. Farther down the table, various sliced veggies and toppings for the main course, then, side items, potato salad, maccaroni salad, carrot sticks, celery sticks, apple slices, and bananas. Water, milk, tea, coffee, and... Sasha quivers a bit at the thought of the last drink container... cum, with disposable cups.

Back closer to the station building itself, various grills are set up, a station for flattop cooking, and piles of coolers for the meats. Manning the grills are three large alpha huskies, a minotaur, and a 6H, all looking as 'meaty' as the food being served, stretching their uniforms to the breaking point, and all VERY male. Various people from RSX, New Dawn, The Mall, The Library, and even ferals off the street mill about, waiting for the serving table to offically open.

Sergeant Lucas Alexander Pierce, in all his heavily pregnant glory, was looking uncomfortable, absently rubbing at his arm, as if something he was used to wearing was missing. He swallowed and walked over to one of the tables, grabbing a disposable cup for himself. He eyes one of the containers then shakes his head and grabs himself a glass of water. He sips gingerly from the cup, then scowls, a shiver rolling down his spine. Waddling over towards Sasha he leans in towards the barbecue, trying to keep the smell of grilled meats in his nostrils to keep him focused. "Ma'am, I'll try to be here as long as I can, but I don't have my armband today, and I don't know how long I can stay... professional, especially this close to lunch."

The precinct still feels somewhat new to her, in spite of the many months she's been working with them. Community outreach beats the beat, and a gnawing hunger closes in, the barbecue aggravating it. It's a pleasant day and Gcc has gone without her summer clothing, or any at all for that matter. She's not on duty after all; it's nice to let it all hang out. She walks over to Sasha and Lucas, a friendly smile on her face as she surveys the scene, "Amazing how nicely this is set. It reminds me of before everything went wild." A frown crosses her face, she changes the subject before she has to remember the circumstances too closely, "It's nice out huh?"

Synder walks up and grabs a disposible cup, tail held high as he makes a beeline for the coffee. Happy to have a cup of coffee to sip on now, he grabs a plate and three buns, and makes his way over to wait in line where all the delicious meats are being kept.

"Ahh, nice day for a BBQ, huh?" he says to the stranger in front of him as he gets in line.

Sniff sniff, what's that smell? It smells like... barbecue. Magnus knew there was a gathering to be had, and it was in his best interest to use this opportunity, see what there was to see, assess certain things and have some burgers while at it. It'd been a while since Magnus last bothered to minimize his weaponry, his duty as a front-liner and vanguard demanding his armaments be a bit more serious than the trickster-spy loadout he once used. Old habits never die however, as he carried plenty of holdout weapons more cleverly concealed, he had to... the rest however were fairly easy to spot. One need only look at him to see.

The fennec lands at the end of the street, his booster-guided flight and lack of wings now cemented into his head and habits, he'd broken his legs more times than he cared to admit to get those leg-mounted boosters to behave, but the end result was oh-so satisfying. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Magnus flits his mane from one side of the face to the other, and adorns that familiar, innocent-looking smile ever-present on his lips. He'd briefly fiddle with something in his pocket, the earphones covering those massive ears of his dimming in effect, tunes playing rather than bumping in his cavernous ear canals as he walks towards the origins of the delicious aromas.

'Look at all these police dogs.', he'd think to himself. His head sways with the beats of his music, it was always there for in case he ever got a little too nervous. Once he was standing before the building. "Is this a party of what?" Magnus snickers into one hand and shakes his head, before locking eyes with the most beautiful thing in the world. The object of his affection, the apple of his eyes, the radience of the universe all collected into one focal point, the readied grilled meats fresh off of the barbecue! Swallowing down his saliva, Magnus walks right by Synder and smacks his ass with one hand, casting a wink over one shoulder to the boy before standing right next to Sasha. "One of everything that isn't cooked with bodily fluids or aphrodisiacs, please." He'd snicker~

Mevir strides over to awkwarly grab a plate with his wings' thumbs and move it ontop of his head, between his horns and making a beeline to the rapidly growing line for that sweet BBQ meat, quite glad he got in so early with not a mile long line infront of him.

A tiny green pegasus flitters into the party, hovering just above the crowd. The sight of dozens of comparative giants milling about gives him pause. It's enough to stir up some prey instincts embedded in this equine form. Landing anywhere on the ground is almost certainly a bad idea. Not lethal, maybe, but testing the limits of his nanite-driven durability wouldn't be a good time. He's here to have one. "So glad I have some normal-sized forms saved. No wonder so few people have eaten the Phantom Taco and lived," he mutters to himself, though he doesn't use any of them yet. He steadies his nerves and flies up to Mevir. "Hi. My name's Richard. Mind if I rest on your shoulder?"

Admittedly, this is not the plant's... normal scene. Too many people, all crowded up and making lots of noise. Which has Aglaia lingering at the edges of the crowd,, craddling a thermos of coffee like a lifeline with the occasional sip at it, her gaze skimming along the masses of people in front of her. She's... honestly not sure what the occasion is? There's nippets about it being for this, because of that, drifting through the crowd, but a bunch of people are just here for free food. Admittedly, the prospect of BBQ is what brought her out. It's not a common thing, these days - not that she's seen, anyway - and the smell of it is pretty good. Even if some of the BBQers have her cheeks blushing violet, at the way they show off. Still, she keeps an ear out for when serving starts, and looks for any familiar faces to act like an anchor in all the hubbub. Even as she fidgets, vines twitching and wiggling in her hair.

Cinder soon appears down the road, nose in the air as sie follows the scent of BBQ... Sie is nude as sie always is, hir many boobs and twin cocks swaying freely under hir tauric half... Sie approaches and sees Magnus in line, sie keeps an eye on him so sie know where he sits so sie can join him once sie has food...

Minty would have followed the commotion around the area, dressed head to toe in a light green maid uniform with white accents. She roams around and looks for a familiar face while keeping away from the more populated areas, not taking any food yet.

Sasha looks around at everyone who's gathered and smiles a bit, wing fluttering behind her. Quite a gathering, and she couldn't be happier honestly! She then notices Magnus in the crowd, as well as GCC! This was better than she'd hoped to be honest, and can't help her coloration changing to a nice bright orange, always wearing her feelings on her skin. She looks to Lucas, "You'll be here all afternoon SGT, in fact you are the center of all of this." She says before looking out over the crowd again, clearing her throat, then, speaking loud and clear! "Welcome everyone to the First Annual District Seven Community Outreach BBQ! I'm exceptionally happy to see such a turn out this year, and I think next year we will hold it sooner and in warmer weather!" She waits for a moment, listening before she continues, "An officer's job isn't just to investigate crime and uphold order, but to also serve the community and uphold the public trust, and that is why we are out here today! Before I open up the grill," she says and looks to Magnus as he orders a bit early, "I'd like to take a moment to announce that the department as voted, unanimously, for who will be our departments Community Outreach Officer. A person who's tirelessly worked to ensure the safety, trust, and overall happiness of any community they have been a part of. SGT Lucas Alexander Pierce, also known as SGT LAP! Congratulations SGT! As of today you and your squad are being reassigned to community patrol, you will be the face of our district, and I have absolute faith and confidence that you will do a fantastic job." She waits again for a moment, looking back at the grill crew, who give her a nod, "And with that I'd like to officially open up the grill! Please form an orderly line, grab a plate, and place your order, I'll be happy to serve, SGT Pierce will be greeting everyone at the end of the snacks and drinks table."

Lucas notices the line grouping up behind him, head turning to notice the sheer number of people that had joined when he heard Sasha start to speak to him. He furrowed his brow and turned back. He opened his mouth to speak when Sasha made her announcement. He sighed and took a sip of his water, his eyes widening as she mentioned him, large satellite-like ears flattening against his head, spitting out his water. "Wait, what? No, I'm... no! I didn't agree to this!" Lucas spouts, tail tucking down between his legs. He growls softly as he glares heatedly at his superior officer. He taps her on the shoulder. "Ma'am, we need to talk, we never discussed this, and I object to this assignment," he mutters in a hushed tone.

Sasha looks to Lucas, and shakes her head, "No, we had this vote last week, just after lunch. When we did a hand count, everyone but you voted you, and when I asked if you accepted this assignment you said, and I quote 'Lap happy help' then you struggled to say 'community', before giving what could only be described as a happy and squeeky bark."

Mevir perks his head and looks up at the little pegasus, blinking a few times then inclining his head towards his back "Feel free Richard. Name's Mevir, nice to uh, meet you." He hisses, turning his head back towards the queue "Came here for the tasty meats too?" he asks Richard.

Gcc raises a brow at the interaction between the other two officers. Was there something going on there under the surface? A private delight in forcing SGT pierce to persist in spite of his concerns for his own... She wasn't quite sure what it was concern for really. In any case, something felt a bit off about it, was all, maybe she could help him, "Sergeant Pierce, I could go fetch you the armband if it would help?"

Seeing that no one else is approaching to order, Synder is quick walk up and to give his order, having decided already what he wants.

"Two buns full of pulled pork and a hamburger please!"

"And so the crime rate plummets under a barrage of freshly grilled sausages and burper patties." Magnus snickers into one hand and shakes his head. Noting Cinder in the distance, he'd beckon her over with a wave of the hand. This much meat was worth enjoying, after all. "So..." He'd pull down his headphones and cast a look at Sasha as he leans backwards against the nearest cool surface, assuming there is one. "You've been busy. Be honest, did you make a kinky sex dungeon out of the holding cells? Do you folks use your handcuffs for intimate roleplay? Do you use your nightsticks as improvised playtoys?" he'd tease her.

"I joke ofcourse. Quite the setup. It's uuuuh... really something." He'd shrug deeply and scan over the drinks. The scent of bodily fluids wafting from Sasha's own drinks was a good hint that he was better off using his own. The fennec reaches into one pocket and pulls out a flask, unscrews its lid and takes a lig sip. Whatever's in there, it seems to be bitter, judging by the male's scrunched up nose. "Never gonna get used to this... can I get my order now? Getting in trouble is hungry work!" he'd pat his belly, then rub his hands together. "And that does look tasty." Once Synder walks up, he'd give the feline boy another squeeze and a light rub to his belly. "How ya doing?" he'd whisper. "Let's go spend some time together after this... been thinking about you." his lips mutter, passing over the feline's ear before pulling away with a soft chuckle.

Richard grins at Mevir's response. The fluttering of his wings makes a breeze that could be compared to a desk fan that's on its lowest setting as he sets down on the scaly shoulder. His weight is even less overwhelming once he tucks his wings in. Seems that the 'Puny Pegasus' mutation lives up to its name. %*r  %*r"Yep. I'm a sucker for free food," he whinnies.

Cinder waits in line, and when sie gets to the table sie grabs a plate and 5 burger buns, sie asks for all five to be filled up with BBQ pulled pork... Sie must be one hungry dragon! Sie looks for Magnus and approaches him...

Lucas's jaw dropped open, then clenched, his tongue rubbing over his teeth, producing a quiet squeaking noise, his stance shifting as a wetness rich with heated pheromones seems to grow between his legs. He dwelled on it silently for a few minutes before muttering to himself, "God damn it Lap. I would choke you if I could..." He paused then growled. "Yes I would have objected! I liked being on SWAT! You could have at least told me before today! Oh, yeah, I'm sure it slipped-" he continued to say to himself, stopping as the Kitsune came up to him. He huffed and shook his head. "It doesn't matter, it's been turned off for the day anyway. Thank you for offering though." He ran a paw over his head in thought then shook his head. "Fuck it, I'm checking out," he mutters, eyes closing for a few moments. His muzzle drops open and he begins to pant before his eyes open again, wide and full of energy. A smile spreads on his muzzle and he gives a salute to Sasha. "Officer Lap reporting for booby!" he excitedly squeaks, tail wagging happily back and forth.

Aglaia starts making her way towards the line, when Sasha speaks up. She can read a room, and knows what's about to kick off - a stampede to get into place, as the call for it goes out. Even if she's all the more fidgety for moving into the crowd, and navigating through all the ferals, agents, and staff. A plat is picked up along the way, and she slides into line shortly behind Synder and Cinder, careful not to step on any dangling tails. Her vines flick here and there, at some of the snippets drifitng to her through the crowd, and she peers towards Lap with recognition... at the change in body language, anyway.

Sasha growls down to Magnus as she piles the pulled pork and burgers onto Synder's buns, "No, I haven't, no, we don't, and this," she gestures at the belly, "is all the work of one wonderful woman, Violet, my wife. No one else gets to touch me, and you know that good and well." She says before she gets everything ready for Magnus, "And nothing has any drugs at all in them, no bodily fluid either, except those clearly labbled 'Milk' and," she pauses again, "and, by request, cum." Before continuing, filling up Cinder's buns next, "And please, condiments are farther down, cheese, sliced tomato, ketchup, mustard, etc." She says before she looks again to Lucas, "I'm very sorry SGT, I've already filed the paperwork, sent it higher, and got a response. You are off SWAT duty and on Public Patrol for District Seven. Look, I've been getting flack for not having a squad doing Public Patrol for months now, and you, at least, Lap, accepted." She says, before Lucasjust pulls Lap out, and Sasha sighs, "Ok, Lap dear, go down to the end of the last table and wait for people to greet you! They will be down there soon." She says, before she looks out again, "Any more orders?" She asks.

Suedra walks closer to the small party going on, small steps to not attract attention...sie stopped and watched again, like if looking for someone, and finding them, as evident by the perk of the arctic vixens ears and stature when hir eyes could confirm that indeed, it was Cinder...and, a shiver ran down hir spine when remember the last and only time they had met, a blush appearing on hir white-furred cheeks as sie stepped forward, quickly taking a place close to Cinder, "H-Hi...Miss, Cinder", Suedra whispered, not trying to hide, sie had seen the flyers inviting just about anyone, but still felt very nervous, not really knowing how the Ember mmatriarch would react...or even remember hir, also..."Nnnh..", the vixen let out a small sound as sie sniffed the air, hir head soon tilting downwards, sie could smell more meat than just that which was barbequed, and unsurprisingly also the source of it, the combination of the different scents had a weird sort of effect on multiple types of hunger that Suedra felt, and the arctic fox found hirself zoning out for a bit, not really noticing much else going on around the two of them.

Synder blushes, heated, at Magnus's invitation, unable to respond to the flirty fennec before he walks off. As he takes his food of plate back, he lets his hand wander down over his stomach where it was rubbed, smiling to himself, stopping to grab a second disposable cup to fill with water before walking off to find a table to sit at.

Richard's ear flicks towards the mutant of the hour as he confers with his superior. Seeing the cuddly constable's demeanor change on a dime gets his full attention. "Huh. That's different." Richard remains on Mevir's shoulder, waiting for the two of them to reach the front of the line.

Mevir quickly strides forth infront of Sasha, reaching out his head with a plate wedged ontop of it and under his horns. "I'd like three nice slices of steak if you have them please, and.." he pauses and tilts his head back a little. "Whatever Richard here would like." he adds, referencing the little pegasus on his shoulder.

Cinder chuckles at Suedra and hugs the fox into hir cleavage for a moment, "Hi Suedra." Sie then does the same to Magnus, only the fennec's ears sticking out of hir cleavage as sie hugs him~

"Jeeze, take a joke why don't ya." Magnus shakes his head. "I will enjoy the food though, oh..." he'd flit his wrist and produce a small platinum chip. "Here, for the place, I think you'll find your coffers a little fuller." Magnus winks as he bumps his hand into Sasha's own and opens it up, revealing his was now empty. The jackal need only open her hand to spot the shiny metallic chip in her palm, the number 5,000,000 and the letters "FC" etched into its surface visible just there. "Consider it a willing donation from someone who's eager to see this place safe enough to raise children in." He'd cast a wink her way, before flitting an ear towards Cinder and Suedra.

"Heya Cin-Cin, Mistress huh? You should introduce me to your friend there. We could all get together and get to know one another, I think she might like being in the middle if you know what I mean." Magnus cackles as he looks Suedra up and down. The fox then snags one treat after the other, shoving them into his muzzle and chowing down like a feral deprived of food for months. He was not shy about expressing his delight in the lovely meal, though he does take it a little further from the line, don't want to get in the way and all...

Magnus spends 5000000 Freecred for RP reasons.

Lap sits down before Sasha, tail wagging from one side to the other as she pants excitedly, listening contently. She nods her head and lets out a squeaky-yip. "Kay-kay Sasha sister! Lap try Lap best!" She stands on all fours and pads up towards the start of the line, sitting back down and wiggling back and forth with the momentuum of her tail. "Hi! Lap is Lap! Lap here to introduce Lap and... um, do things? Lap unsure what Lap job is but Lap happy to-" Her ears perk and she looks down at her belly, leaning from one side to the other side. Her muzzle opens and she starts tugging at her buttoned up shirt, trying to open it, making a few buttons pop to reveal her cleavage, but continuing to try and get out of it, in an apparent effort to disrobe herself from her clothes.

Sasha continues to fill orders, smiling to Mevir, "Hey, do we have any steaks in the coolars?" She asks, getting a bark back before she nods a bit, "Cook one up medium rare." She says, "We do have steaks, but it will be a bit of time before it is ready. If you'd like feel free to head to the snacks area and pick out a few things if you'd like." She sasy before looking back to Magnus, "Oh, you fucking know I'm a hard ass," whispering something under her breath before she looks over toward Richard, "And what will you have?" She asks, looking towards GCC and Lap, sighing a bit, "Cadet, would you please keep... an eye on her?" She asks, shaking her head.

Richard raises a forehoof to the server. "I'll have a scrap of the pulled pork, please." Although they seem a bit confused about the portion size, the server delicately places a tiny shred of pork into Richard's waiting hooves. He turns to Mevir with the food finally procured. "I dunno if you've ever tried size-shifting, but it *really changes the texture of food," he comments, then chews a chunk out of the meat. "Mmph. Can't say I reccommend meat. Had to try it, though..."

Sitting down at a table by himself, Synder is quick to dive into his first pulled pork sandwich. Three bites in, he stops for a second and realizes something, that brings a feeling of dread and horror: he forgot to grab napkins, and put ketchup and mustard on his burger. He looks back at where the condiments and napkins are, and curses to himself as he takes his plate back over to get what he forgotten.

"I need more coffee anyway," he mutters to himself.

Fenris is very late. The tubby tanuki comes chugging down the way, his arms stacked high with twenty large vegetable trays.

"Sorry!" he puffs, setting the trays on tables, "You know how hard it is to find uncontaminated veggies in Fairhaven?" He scratches his chin and bites his lip. "Even so, I might steer clear of the carrots if you are sensative about that kind of thing." The burly tanuki leaves the trays where they are and meanders over to where burgers and sausages are cooking, letting his nose lead the way.

Mevir looks at the side at the freshly cooking steak, nodding to Sasha. "Thanks! I'll go free up the queue while I wait for them, do give a shout when they're ready!. And snacks?" He distractedly moves over to where the snacks area and Lap, answering to Richard on the way "I can't say I have tried food with it, I only really use it for work."

Aglaia makes her way through the line, and offers a plate with a couple hotdog buns on it towards Sasha (with a shy little smile, and a fresh blush at things she wasn't meant to hear) after the tiny equine puts in his order. "... Ah, hello there. I'd like... a couple hotdogs, please?" She asks, 'speaking up' enough to be barely heard above the crowd. The vines in her hair wriggle a little as she's bumped by a feral behind her, and her skirt twitches as the sepals that make it up shiver. So she steps a little closer to Richard and his mou-er, Mevir, giving them quick look-overs before turning her gaze back to the officer. Her shoulders are a little hunced in at it all, but her flowers are still in bloom, and her sweet perfume wafts around.

Apparently there was a BBQ hosted by a local policing group today. This was enough to pique a certain okami's interest. However, that interest did not seem to result in a timely arrival as the Newswuff rushed in quite late.

"Heavens to Betsy, busy day, busy day." The faux-wuff mutters to herself as she stands at the edge of the gathering, taking a deep breath. Not a second later, she puts on her brightest smile, and dives in. If there was a story to be had, she was here to find it!

Suedra lets out, or 'in' rather, a muffled "Meep?" when Cinder draws hir face-first into their rather generous cleavage, the vixen forced awoken from hir daydreams only to be pushed into another one...it was kind of comfy...and Suedra seemingly have forgotten how to move as sie never pulls back, muzzle flush against Cinder's body, breathing in more of their natural scent~...! Sie freezes up, hearing a voice close-by, a voice referring to hirself no doubt...and..oh my~, Suedra thought as sie finally pulls hir head out of Cinders cleavage, a rather ruffled look to hir now, like if already through two sexings and a bottle of vodka, blinking a few times, a blush on hir face, seeing a fennec wolfing down food like there was no tomorrow...hmmm, has sie seen them anywhere before?

Sasha looks to Fenris and smiles, "Thank you very much for being here on such short notice Detective, I know you don't start offically until Monday, but your being here is a joy and a pleasure. She says before placing hot dogs carefully between Aglaia's buns. "Here you go, I hope you are enjoying!" She says before looking over towards Suedra, Cinder, and Magnus, shaking her head and huffing slightly. A bark from behind her, "Oh, already? Do you have the heat too high?" She asks, before calling, "Mevir! Steaks are ready for pick up." She says oofing a bit before rubbing on her belly a moment, "Not now you lot, not now..." She says to her suddenly squirming belly, groaning, fluttering her wings, before belching a small gout of flame and shaking her head, "Anubis damn it, pardon me..."

Though it takes some work, Lap manages to get out of her clothes, standing up on all four legs as she gives her body a swift shake. Tongue hanging from her maw, she looks around tail lifted and wagging still. Her ears perk and she looks at the Ember Matriarch and the Artic Fox, head darting to Magnus pigging out and the line of civilians eating, then to Fenris. Her head cants to one side before returning to the most interesting thing to the feral mutant, the large Ember and the fox struggling in hir cleavage. Lap waddles up towards the pair, sniffing gingerly at the two, clearly something catching her attention as she noses at Cinder's leg more curiously. "Hi! Lap is Lap! Have people met Lap yet? Lap here to... do something, Lap unsure, but Lap noticed tall lady and foxy doing fun things then notice tall lady and foxy smell good!"

"It's a sad sad day when the police can't have a damn barbecue without the press butting in and slandering their good name, isn't it?" Magnus teases as he spots Miru. The fennec keeps a rib bone between his teeth and smirks at her, moving over to pull her into a tight hug, before breaking away and pecking her nose. "Welcome, enjoy the grub, mind the cups." He'd note with a touch of whimsy as he spots Fenris, how would he miss the big raccoon anyway. "The fox wastes no time and moves right over, patting the tanuki's belly thrice like a bongo before wrapping his arms around the jovial male and giving him a squeeze. "Detective? Really? Hah! I need to get you a light brown trenchcoat and a magnifying glass, maybe a pipe and a fancy hat..."

Richard nods to Mevir as he swallows a hoof-full of stringy meat. "Yeah. Can't say I'm a fan of being small. It can be handy, but..." he gestures to everything. "The world's real intimidating from down here. Only reason I'm like this is because of Firecracker's daughter. I think she tried to get me stuck at this size. Almost succeeded." He glances over his withers at the carnivorous plant eying him up. Oh dear. "Uh, hi." His head whips around at the muffled protests of an enbosomed mutant, the police-jackal's firey outburst, and the crowd in general. "Thanks for the ride! I'm gonna come back taller. One sec." He flutters away and finds an empty spot in the crowd to transform.

Aglaia wasn't exactly eyeing the quine up! Just taking a curious look. Still, her smile grows a touch wider as her buns are filled, and she bobs her head to the Anubis in a nod. "It's... certainly lively here, yes." She answers the question, pausing a moment at the rub of that belly. And then squeaking, and giving a wide-eyed duck at the belch of flame. Sasha gets a wide-eyed look for a moment, before the plant starts sidling off to the side. "... u-um. Good luck with all of this?" She offers tentatively, her vines curled up in her hair and her root-like feet curled to move quickly, in case there's more fire. "... and your wings are rather pretty."

Cinder chuckles at Lap, sie shakes hirself slightly to make hir boobs swing... "Heh, I wonder what you smelled..." Sie does not seem to mind Lap sniffing around hir...

Finally having everything he forgot, Synder carefully walks back over to the table he was at to finish eating his food in peace.

Fenris snaps off a lazy salute to Sasha and his clothing suddenly blurs. When it snaps back into focus, he is wearing an NYPD t-shirt and an apron emblazoned with the words MEAT INSPECTOR on a police badge decal on it. He accepts hugs from Magnus with a return squeeze.

"I left my deerstalker at home," he says, "but I will make do!" The big tanuki bumps a canine officer at the grill with his hip. "Move it, doggy!" he says jovially, "Grill master coming in!"

Gcc eyes lap somewhat surprised at the change in tone and demeanor, she nods slowly, "Sure thing captain." She places a hand on lap's shoulder cautiously, "Lap, how can I help you? Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

Miru turns around at the source of the disparaging remark, answering it with a roll of her eyes as she is swept into a hug. The okami shakes her head, and takes out a handkerchief to quickly wipe her face. "Mind your sheep, buster. Don't touch my clothes when you are eating ribs!" Comes the response with that oddly melodic accent of the journalist wuff.

As Magnus leaves to bother the tanuki, Miru turns around, hand on pen, and pen in mouth, as she tries to figure out who would be a good figure to talk to.

Mevir turns his head to the meat being ready just as he was going through the snacks, then turning it all the way back to see Richard take off "Heh, no worries." and strides back ti Sasha, once again reaching out his head towards her with the plate ontop. "That was quick! Then again with the sheer amount of people going to order you have to be" he remarks with a light snicker.

Lap yips and turns her head as Gcc rests a hand on her shoulder. She tilts her head to one side then... meows? "Cum! Please! Lap love cum!" she respnds to the kitsune before turning back to Cinder and Suedra, nose pressing more insistently at the pair, nosing in between their legs, then stops, pulling back slightly. "Lap smell rut! Sister Sasha said Lap is comm... titty out reach person! So Lap is reaching out to... titties?" Lap holds up her paws towards the pair. "Lap not sure this what sister Sasha meant, but Lap not complain if tall lady and foxy not complain."

Sasha pants a moment before she smiles again, "Excuse me again, the pups get a bit active once in a while, Artimus and Anubis bless them." She says as she takes the steaks Mevir requested and places them on his plate, "And thank you for all your support." She says both to Magnus and to Aglaia, "If you are ever in need, please, be sure to call or stop by your local department, be it the K9 or District Seven." Says watching Fenris taking over at the grill, and can't help a little giggle, "Detective, if you aren't careful, I'll have to reassign you to Lap's squad to do Community work instead!" She says, heaving a contented sigh as she looks back over to Lap in absolute shock!

Richard, now looking distinctly draconic with dark scales and silvery horns, joins back into the line and waits his turn for a more appropriately sized serving. Fortunately, the line isn't as long as it was during the initial rush, so he ends up near Mevir and the plant-woman. "Hi, I'm Richard," he says to her. "Sorry if I seemed a bit skittish back there. I almost got eaten a week ago." He also asks Mevir, "So, what's your job around here? I scout around outside city limits most of the time. Find stuff, map stuff, that sort of thing."

The fennec casts his gaze towards Lap as he... suddenly... does... what he does... "This is the sergeant?" his brows rise sky high, and his hand oh-so subtly reaches for his comm unit to take a few pictures of the events. Once he's done, he puts the comm unit away and moves over towards the group. "Con-congratulatons on the rank, Sergeant." he'd say with a tone drenched in uncertainty. His gaze wanders around the group, and the notion of offering a handshake fades quickly. "Are you alright?" he'd ask, with genuine concern.