Cane walks into the bar and immediately smells Izzy. He looks around and sees her in the back with Jacob. He smooths his hair with his hand in a vain attempt to make it y down and approaches with a smile on his face.

  “Hello, Izzy,” he says with his usual human form awkwardness, his long tail wagging quickly. He turns to Jacob and nods his head. “I wanted to tell you thanks for this morning. It was fantastic. Maybe we can get together again tomorrow?” He watches her expression closely for even a trace of interest; his werewolf's tail swishes like a dog about to fetch a ball.

  Jacob looks Cane over. He sees the tail and the body hair, a t-shirt that says, “Excitable Boy—Warren Zevon.” and blurts out, “You're a werewolf.”.

  "Yes, and she is the most beautiful woman, and you're a modestly handsome man," he says as the server returns with the sampler ptters. The fox-eared girl looks at Izzy with a knowing look and leaves without speaking.

  "Oh, food's here." Cane slides into the seat next to Izzy and grabs a fish taco, taking a bite. They both stare at him. The tension builds as Cane acts like this is perfectly normal behavior.

  "Is it good?" She ughs and breaks the tension for her, but Jacob is still feeling perturbed. He says to himself, "This is supposed to be our date. Who is this guy? Person? Being? Entity? Werewolf? This can't be the guy who, "he takes a bite of his taco. He tries to come up with a gentler way to say it but fails: "With this morning, can it?’ His coherent thoughts quickly falling apart.

  "It's fantastic," Canes says, his teeth more pointed and longer than you would expect. "Have some," he hands the other half of the taco he has already been eating to Izzy, who shrugs and starts eating it. It tastes like a tuna melt on a taco shell to her.

  ‘She is just eating that taco after him; it has to be the guy.’ He feels ungrounded, the world spinning, and he feels an erection growing; he pushes the thoughts away and bites into his own taco. Teriyaki tofu taco: the mix of fvors pulls him back to reality.

  "You shouldn't miss dinner tomorrow; it's Italian-themed. The cat often wears a mustache," Cane says, oblivious to the tension. He mimes having a long, fancy mustache. “He says it's authentic.”

  Izzy ughs a small ugh and puts her foot up on Jacob's p to show she loves him. Half a taco ter, Jacob is rubbing her ankle. Izzy rexes into the back of the booth; the attention feels nice.

  Jacob smiles. "I do like a good pte of eggpnt parmesan. It was tough to find a good one back home.”

  She smiles at Jacob as the werewolf eats another taco; he pauses and turns to Izzy and asks her, "So tomorrow maybe?" He asks hopefully, his tail beating against the booth.

  "Let's not set a firm date on anything." She smiles at Cane and surreptitiously slides a hand on the werewolf's p. He shudders a little at the touch. She only lingers for a second before she moves her hand back to her taco. ‘This is so much fun,' she thinks, taking a bite. 'Dirty and fun, okay, mainly dirty but definitely fun,’ she muses to herself.

  "Uh, sure, just call me when you're in heat." He stands up and turns to Jacob. “Thanks for sharing your tacos,” he says, and turns to Izzy. “Got to go deal with a work problem.”

  They sit and eat for half a minute in silence. "Was that the werewolf from earlier?" Jacob asks.

  Izzy nods her head and bites into a beef taco so she doesn't have to expin.

  "And he wants to meet again?" He drinks some water, trying to be okay with all this.

  She nods again. "I am very shocked he was so forward about it. Are you ok?” She asks, looking away from him.

  “I, it's hard, right? I always treated you as something like a possession. But you're not, and I knew that, but now you're" He bites his taco; it tastes like sand in his mouth. “But you like him?” He says, but he is not sure he wants the answer.

  “He is cute and so far harmless and, uhh, gifted.” She looks away from Jacob. ‘Will he hate me for having these kinds of thoughts?’ she fears.

  Jacob's erection is still rock hard. ‘I hope she doesn't hate me for thinking this is hot.’

  They change topics, talking about everything except for Cane. They manage to finish one of the sampler ptes; the other one is still half full. The fox-eared waitress comes over and asks if they need anything else. They both nod no.

  “Can we get a box to go?” Jacob asks.

  “Of course,” the fox-eared waitress says and nods to Izzy.

  ‘What the hell does that mean?’ Izzy thinks nibbling at a taco.

  She returns with the box, and shortly after, they are moving towards the bar door.

  “Good night, lovebirds,” Cat calls from behind the bar. Izzy smiles at Jacob and flips the cat off. Taking his hand and leading him back to the motel room. They fall into a bloated, slightly intoxicated heap. They strip down to their undies and snuggle, watching reruns of M*A*S*H and falling asleep.