without a rustic spoon + aya

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]It was then that opportunity jumped out at Leroy. In the form of the small tortoiseshell that had threatened him upon his arrival appearing through a large crack in the wall and darting past his feet - she stopped, for a moment, looking up at Leroy, questioning in her eyes before she laughed softly and fled again. Still, if he were to watch where she went, he could see she had positioned herself upon a wall, sitting, waiting, looking down at him. "You need something?" Aya asked, tail waving.