"I guess so. I didn't really have an opinion on it until efuryone was already gone."

Her fingers dart out to drop one, two, five cubes of sugar into the cup. Even now she can't help her sweet tooth, can't beat down the sunny optimism in her despite how gray reality's become. Things can always get better - they had to. And if they didn't, well, she'd make them herself.

"It's ok, though. There's purrlenty fur me to do while I'm waiting."