I move my hand as flowers pop out of the ground to where the two cats and one dog were setting up. It makes me smile. My stomach feels like the first time I met Lobbo. It shakes but in a good way. 

"Do you guys need any help?" I ask.

"No Senorita." Puss says.

Two seconds after he said that he trips on a branch. I try to muffle my laughs. Kitty makes no attempt. I move my hand. A plant grows out of the ground and helps him up. He brushes himself off. Kitty places the bag down.

"What have your travels been like?" I ask.

"Oh breathtaking." Puss says.

"A real adventure!" Kitty says.

"A jar of pickles!" Perito yells.

"Uh... okay." Kitty and Puss look at each other.

I let out a soft chuckle. Perito smiles and rolls into the flowers and grass. I move my hand and more appear. Puss lays the blanket out. I am intrigued by them. My creations don't often walk and talk like people. These two cats were one of a kind or two of a kind. I watch as they lay out food, I have heard about, but I never have seen them before. Sandwiches, puddings, a roast chicken of some sort, and wine.

"Did you steal these?" I ask.

I put my hand on my shoulder. I give them a look.

"Well..." Puss starts.

"Maybe." Kitty shrugs.

"I won't judge too harshly." I sit down.