Nick Wilde
Nick found the faceplant adorable and dramatic. Maybe a little too dramatic, but Judy had a way of accenting her words with dramatic motion. Such as faceplanting. Her big eyes made her seem more naive than she actually is... but then again, she really believed him, that day he met her. And she should stop twitching her nose. It, too, was adorable. Why are bunnies so adorable? They're just meant to be adorable, he supposed. And he was a fox. Were foxes supposed to find bunnies adorable, or appetizing? She didn't look appetizing.
"Alright, alright, don't get your ears into a twist, Hopps. I'm jussst peachy. And a little curious about carrots. And no, little bunny, we're not on a case, we're solving a case. A big different; lots get done when you're not sitting on them." Snark snark snark; he did enjoy poking her. She was far smarter than him anyways; he had to make it up somehow.
Giving her his trademark He took a last gulp, swallowing down the rest of the whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and hot chocolate in one go.
"Better get that to go, though, because we have fifteen minutes until the nearest train leaves for Sahara." He held up his phone- which he had very sneakily Zoogle'd the train times from Downtown to Sahara district. Slapping down a twenty on the counter, he told the 'coon, "Keep the change, and have a good day."
He hopped down from the booth stool, and brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders.
Glancing back, he urged, "Come on, carrot cakes, we got a train to catch. Diamondbacks move slower in the morn and at night; he'll just be coming out, and he'll be sluggish while he does so."
He didn't mention that he didn't have the faintest clue as to where to search for a snake, of all things. But he waited by the door until Judy hopped off her stool, and, like a proper mischievous gentleman, he held the door open for her on her way out, and followed behind her.
Shoving his hands in his poh-leese pockets, he asked, "So how do we search for such a guy? Head for the caves or something?"

