Hey everyone! This one is real short, which I'm sorry about. I can't promise the next one will be longer, I have a lot of other projects to work on, but I'll still work on this when I have the time. Hope you enjoy!

"Fish we've talked about this," Gil said looking at the orange kitten sitting next to him. The kitten was staring at its paws and Gil sighed.

"Look I know you didn't mean to knock the plate over- yeah yeah I know you were playin with Davey- no you have to be more careful. This is the fourth time we've been kicked out this week." Gil told Fish even as he meowed in protest. The two of them were sitting on the steps outside the chip shop, having been banished after Fish broke a plate. Uma had been mad, but resigned. She just pointed towards the door and Gil had walked out, Fish trailing close behind. Fish knew not to mess with Uma, Gil had taught him that from the start, but both of them still messed up on a regular basis. The two of them sat there, staring at the street. Fish meowed, jumping onto Gil's lap and looking up at him.

"You're the reason we out here- don't say that to me say it to- oh! That's a great idea, come on Fish!" Gil held open his vest, the orange kitten jumping into his pocket, as Gil stood and headed towards the market place.

Gil was very proud of his and Fish's find. He barged into the chip shop with a wide grin, a stack of at least ten plates in hand. Uma looked up from a disgruntled customer, her expression clearly showing just how annoyed she was. At first Gil's smile wavered, unsure if she was still in a bad mood from this morning and would kick him out again. But then her lips twitched upwards as she took in his apology gift and Gil knew everything was fine. She rolled her eyes as Fish pulled himself onto the plates, sitting there proudly, and gestured towards the kitchen before turning back to her job. Gil happily walked through the restaurant and washed off the plates, Fish sitting next to the sink, occasionally shaking his head when GIl splashed him with water. After setting the plates down to dry, Gil went and sat at the back table, setting Fish down as well. Only two other crew members were there, most of them running errands or collecting dues. Davey Jones was nowhere in sight, and Gil only caught a glimpse of Storm's fur as she prowled around for mice. Fish batted playfully at his hands as they drummed against the wooden table. Gil laughed as he moved his hands back and forth, watching as Fish crouched and leapt, often tripping over his own paws.

They were having a great time, until Gil flung out one arm to far, his large hand clipping a glass and sending it shattering to the ground. Both of them froze at the sound, Gil cautiously looking up towards where Uma was standing. She was staring at them, her face emotionless. Gil gulped and stood, Fish quickly jumping into his arms as they walked out of the chip shop, taking their usual seat on the stairs. Fish looked up at him and meowed.

"Yeah, yeah, this time it was my fault."