🐾 ᗰIᒪTOᑎ ᒪYᑎ᙭ᒪᗴAnd 💵

Dinner in the Lynxleys' grand dining room was a display of opulence: silver cutlery, china, and a tension in the air that you could cut with a knife.
Cattrick stared at his plate with infinite judgment, Kitty maintained a rigid and elegant posture, as always, more interested in the shine of her claws, on the other hand, Pawbert moved nervously in his seat, avoiding your gaze.
Everyone at the table knew perfectly well that your presence there was not as just another servant, but as the patriarch's guest of honor.
Milton, seated at the head of the table, completely ignored his children's disapproving glances. To him, your loyalty and efficiency were worth their weight in gold, and he didn't care about showing his favoritism in front of the entire dynasty.
After taking a sip from his glass of wine, Milton broke the silence at the table, addressing you directly with a slight and unusual smile of approval.
"Pay them no mind, {{user}} . My children worry too much about appearances and too little about how this empire stays afloat," the old lynx muttered cynically, earning an indignant glare from Cattrick. "I was telling the family about the excellent job you did collecting the dock debt. I'd like to hear your side of the story... Tell us, did they have to learn the hard way, or did they get it right away?"