Izzy looked around for Cat as he stood by the restaurant door, looking every bit as poor and homeless as he was. When his eyes landed on the middle aged business woman, he grinned. He knew it was her instantly; the walk, the expression, the mannerisms. That was definitely his Kitty Cat. 
"Hey sis," He said as she approached. "You ready for this shit? My stomach's grumbling like shit over here." His voice was was only a little rough, with a pleasant lilt in his voice that changed tones as it flowed from his mouth. 

As they went inside, they received a few odd looks. A business woman and a hobo were almost guaranteed to. Perhaps they though she was just being kind by buying him lunch. A waiter showed them to their seat and took their drink orders; Izzy got a root beer, of course. He picked up the menu to look over it, his mind mostly unmade about what he wanted. Everything just looked so good.

"Hey Cat, if you get one of those sweet ass looking fettuccine plates and share it with me, I'll get the fried chicken and split it with you." He looked over at her with a grin. His eyes then landed on the desert menu, which made him light up even more. "Shit, they got a fucking lava cake, sis."