Cat found him easily, sticking out like a sore thumb as always. How he recognized her no matter what her body confounded her, but he had yet to be unable to find her whenever she shifted. The waiter took them to their table and Cat sat, her stomach growling loudly. For a moment the thought of maintaining her classy appearance arose, but she ignored it. No one would know it was her simply by ordering chocolate milk, and she was used to the odd looks when she did something unmatching to her body. So the waiter took off to get one root beer and one chocolate milk, and Cat scanned the menu. Her eyes had just fallen on the fettuccine plate when Izzy spoke up, and Cat grinned widely. "Hell yeah, she responded. "We're definitely getting that, I feel like I could eat a horse right now. Plus," Cat leaned in, "we've got about ten credit cards and a hundred dollars in bills. Get anything you want," she told him. 

She leaned back and the waiter came, taking their orders and leaving again. Cat pulled out the woman's wallet, pulling out the dollar bills and giving the majority of them over to Izzy. In case they got separated, he'd have something to keep him fed. She kept the credit cards, knowing anyone would doubt him if he handed one over. She put the wallet away and downed her milk, and then moved aside for the incoming plates of food.