"Alright." Bartholomew says, rising out of the pile of bear themed things, acting as though he was a dragon protecting his horde. "Today's agenda, beg for food. go to the beach to try and pick up chicks, and finally buy lotto tickets because i'm really lucky as of late." Bartholomew did not know that not as much time passed as he thought, but he also didn't really care, he just really wanted more food. Bartholomew puts on something similar to street clothing, though still bear themed, and walks towards IHOP, a positive bounce in his steps.