TThe lackadaisical air with which the artist chose to speak of his work shouldn't have surprised Carolina, she had known more than a few creative types on her wanderings and they all seemed to share a similar viewpoint when it came to their own creations. The truly talented ones never did seem able to accept or acknowledge the beauty of that which they produced themselves, and in a way seeing this in her dark-haired companion only heightened her regard for his talent. No doubt he often got hung up on any perceived imperfections in his pieces, and yet it was those things she often found the most intriguing in such works; one of the many reasons she was so enamored with his sketch which hung framed on her wall. She doubted Alistair had given it a second thought, but it still spoke to her every time she glanced at the raucous drawing. Still, she didn't push any further after his dismissal of the idea that the painting she had been admiring in his apartment as they left it behind and he locked the door.

Instead allowing him to shift the topic to herself and her habitual book-buying addiction which she had no inclination to kick whatsoever. Her bright laughter and explanation of her frequent trips to the book store not being directly correlated to the actual reading of said book. A sentiment he seemed to understand rather well as he commiserated with never seeming to have enough time. "Amen to that." she mumbled as they began to reached the stairs which led to the front lobby. The Were shot him a quick glance as they descended and made for the doors, unable to resist inquiring how he chose to spent those too-little hours life seemed to give them. Perhaps she was paying attention too closely to his features as she noticed the distinct frown to glance across his handsome face even as she focused on not tripping down the rest of those stairs.

Still she made sure to catch every bit of his response as they neared the foyer, noting the rather poignant pauses between a few of those words and finding they might reveal even more that was left unsaid. "Do you like it, the training?" She had no clue what a Dark Hunter's training might entail honestly, and no doubt that was to blame for the noticeable shift in his physique. Learning he played violin however, that was something unexpected; though with such long, dexterous fingers it made more than a little sense. "My mom tried to make me learn the violin once," her tone nonchalant as they pushed through the front doors, despite that fact that the leopard couldn't remember the last time she had talked about either of her parents to someone else. "It took her less than a month to let me quit. Apparently I was more suited to the piano." She huffed a light laugh that had her breath hanging in the cool air. "Did you start playing when you were a kid?" Her hands tucked into the warm pockets of her jacket, remembering her own lessons starting at a young age. The society in which her family had enthralled themselves always pushed for such talents to be acquired, perhaps that's why she couldn't stand it. Carolina had often been at odds with every facet of that life, though in the end piano hadn't been so bad.

Leading him down the street she glanced back at her acquaintance when he asked about her job, nodding readily in response. "Always, especially since the re-opening of the new boat. I thought we were busy before, but everyone wants a look at what Tetradore has built now. Makes for late nights though." Indeed, the bar and fighting pits both had been nearly overflowing as it seemed every Were in the city had missed the Ark as much as she had, albeit obviously for different reasons. "I prefer to be busy though, the few months after it sank and I had nothing to do almost drove me up the wall." A hand shifted to ruffle through her hair as the wind tugged at its edges before she gestured around a corner that would lead them down towards the café. "I'm not really made to sit around without something to do." Her slender shoulders shrugged slightly, though it hadn't all been bad; she had been bored enough to venture out on the cusp of a storm to a beach and meet him after all.

About that time they approached the familiar overhang outside of the small book shop she frequented, and directly across from it the bakery so new the 'Now Open!' sign still hung outside with a vibrant array of balloons. The name Coffee Meow! with bold letters greeted them as the pair walked through the door which chimed cheerily and announced their arrival. It was the name of course which had quickly intrigued her enough that she simply had to try it out, the excuse to invite the dark-haired hunter along a very distinct bonus to the situation. Her turquoise gaze scanned the small, clean tables scattered around the cozy space, to the white chalked boards that advertised their offerings, and finally on the small sign that had her gasping softly with both surprise and delight. Pointing suddenly to the large windowed room just to the side of the counter she reached out and grabbed Alistair's arm excitedly before looking up at him and gasping with glee. ""Oh my gosh, it's a cat café!! I had no idea." What were the odds...