Goldie wasn't doing much better. She didn't know what she was feeling, but it was weird. It was almost like when she a James were starting out, but that couldn't be right. She sighed, pulling drinks onto her tray to take to customers.
"Why the long face, Goldie~?" Maggie teased, the feline smiling softly. Goldie made a noise.
"Still processing everything, I guess."