"You heard the little man," Arrow said to the waiter who appeared. "Get 'im some apple juice, if ya please. As for me... I'll take a diet cola, on the rocks. Thanks, man. We'll settle on some appetizers and our main course in a bit. Thanks, bro."
Six put one of his paws on the table, and strained his ears. A faint, stringy sound was wafting aroud, and his ears twitched in search of it. He felt it in his paws and tasted it on his tongue. "Mmm... Classical." He smacked his tongue as if he was savoring it. "Gotta love the classics, brother. If I ain't mistaken, that's a Vivaldi jive. Vivaldi was the man. Of course, I'm a musician... Of course I gotta geek out over the classics. What kind of music do you dig, little bro?"