[color=plum][h3]Judy Hopps[/h3][/color][hr]

Judy laughed. “You can bring your own chocolate shavings. And Clawhauser won’t get all the donuts if we actually clock in on time. They only send like, two boxes up to him and it takes him approximately two minutes, forty-five point three eight seconds to actually get down to the lounge after that. If we’re quick and on time, we can get to the donuts first.”

Then she settled down to business. As she kept reading and rereading, scrutinizing the words, she noticed Nick vaguely staring at her, seeming to zone out. She’d just gotten uncomfortable enough to say something when he snapped out of it, blabbing about trails and tracking and problems.

“Nick? Are you feeling okay? Didn’t I just say that…?’

She shook her head, ears flopping, and went back to reading the file. Her ears had just started perking up, the threads of an idea forming in her brain, when she was suddenly interrupted by a “Squirrel moment”

She looked up, eyes wide and nose twitching, thinking it might have been something relevant. Instead it was a question about carrot cake.

With a groan she faceplanted on the table, her ears flopping out comically.

“We’re on a [i]case[/i] why are you talking about carrot cake? But if you must know, carrot cake is made with carrot shavings instead of some of the flour and water. And cinnamon. And has cream cheese frosting instead of powdered sugar-based frosting. Now are we going to get back on topic soon, or no?”