[h3][color=salmon]Nick Wilde[/color][/h3][hr]

	He snorted, as if the idea of having donuts and coffee at HQ with the other people was beneath him. 

	"Please, Hopps, there are TWO mains reasons, both of them easily significant enough to warrant coming to this fine establishment. Number one! They don't save any donuts for me. By the time I get up on the table, that cheetah already sped-ate them all. Number two! They don't have chocolate shavings, and I [i]love[/i] my chocolate shavings. Don't mess with my chocolate shavings." He smirked to himself, and took another sip, taking care to delicately nibble on one of the numerously-repeated chocolate shavings. 

	"But yes, I am addicted." He took a larger drink to punctuate his declaration.

	Judy took the file from him, and he said nothing. He passively watched her as he sipped on his hot chocolate, already two thirds of the way through. She recoiled, of course, from the first image, and he blinked in realization after that. He should've shut the folder when the waitress came by. Well... woops. He'll have to make sure not to mention that. 

	His eyes were drawn to her ears as she read. Say what you will about those damned emotional bunnies, but... he hated how her ears, laid back and shaking like that, and how soft her fur looks, made him want to just set a paw on the top of her head and scratch, and pet, and sooth, and to- 

	He forced his eyes to the folder. Chocolate sprinkles. Hawkman and Snakewoman. Nothing more or less. Was the snake female? The file didn't say. It wasn't like one could really tell, after all. Doesn't matter. She looks so cute though- even if he can't ever call her that.

	He mentally sighed. The benefits of being with Judy Hopps- having a fun and intelligent partner on these police adventures, whether they be parking tickets or evil sheep! The bad... she was a very cute bunny. Even the cheetah agreed, even though Judy had reprimanded him about it. A good thing he talked to the cheetah... the very large cheetah... what was his name? Mister receptionist?

	"...start with the snake... blah blah... track... blah blah problems and bites and dragging prey away."

	Wait what?

	Oh, right. Hawkman and Snakewoman.

	He nodded his head in agreement, staring attentively, as he had for the past five minutes. It didn't occur to him that his face might have become slightly zoned-out in his mental ramblings, and it didn't occur to him as he actually focused and didn't just stare blankly. 

	"Yeah, the Diamondback will be easier to deal with. His or her tracks will be easier to follow, too. Since, you know, there [i]will[/i] be tracks. Namely in the form of just a clear path of debris."

	Chocolate shavings and whipped cream was good, and then he glanced at the carrot cake.

	"Squirrel moment. Is carrot cake made with actual carrots, or is it just a cake flavored to be like carrots? Or is it just an orange cake that isn't as bad for you as regular cake?"