He waited in line, just like everybody else. Amongst humans and big pets, the tiny Plush Fenling didn't stand out much in the line. His huge, fluffy tails were probably one of the biggest reasons why he could still maintain his spot in the line leading to the counter of the small café.
Here he was again; another day, another morning. Whereas some of the decisions he had to make in the past included things like deciphering coded messages and make split-second choices for the sake of both himself and others; the most exciting and "important" decision he had to make on most days was to decide what he wanted for breakfast from this little café. It didn't quite compare.
The line moved along, a few inches at a time. His mind wandered, a few minutes at a time, thinking back to more exciting days. Oh, he found ways to keep busy, but that wasn't always so easy when he was stuck with a basic job like everyone else. He needed the Keystones — how else would he afford to live now?
Eventually, the line closed in and his turn came, as it did every morning. The nice cashier recognized the Plush Fenling by now; she always gave him a smile when he appeared from the line. "Hi," she always greeted, "what will it be today?" Despite him being a regular, his order was always different.
Despite the time waiting in line, he wasn't sure. "I'm not really sure," he admitted. "You have anything new today? Anything different?" Even if it were something as mundane as changing coffee bean providers: he'd take it. Unfortunately, the cashier shook her head; and he sighed.
"We have some egg sandwiches that are almost ready," she suggested without skipping a beat. "Maybe with a croissant or an English muffin?"
He frowned, deep in thought. He didn't feel like anything really, and this was making the decision harder to make. But people were waiting in line, and it wouldn't be fair to have them wait like this forever. "I... Okay, how about I leave it up to the cook? A basic combo meal; something like that." The cashier looked a little surprised, but she nodded and delivered his order personally to the staff in the back. Not as exciting as stopping criminals or retrieving important artifacts, but the mystery of his breakfast today was the closest thing he would get to a thrill.
She came back shortly after, and she continued processing the clients down the line as the Fenling waited for his order. After a few minutes, one of the cooks handed over a small wrapped package to the cashier, along with a cup and a small box. She processed the order, and he paid the desired money. The sandwich and the box went into a small bag; but as with every time, she hesitated to hand over the cup. "You gonna be alright?"
He grabbed the bag in his teeth, and he grabbed the cup with one of his four prehensile tails. With his mouth full, he just nodded to the cashier and then moved along to free the space near the counter for the other customers.
He made his way outside to one of the tables on the terrace. It was a bright sunny day with people and pets alike walking through the streets of Lamenolai. He sat alone at the table, putting the cup and the bag on the table. Admittedly, finding out what he had ended up with was kind of exciting.
He opened up the bag and took a sniff at the cup, all the while observing the world moving right in front of him. He was alone, and he was staring off into space. His sandwich was unwrapped, and it'd taken the lid off the cup, but he didn't touch them right away. He subconsciously fiddled with the pearls in his tails, twisting and turning them around.
This life was peaceful, but it was uneventful. Every day, he sat at this table and tried to hold his breath; see if something exciting or thrilling would happen. Even just someone talking to him; anything. His life had become so monotonous that it had become mind-numbing.