Conan was actually rather fond of cats. In his time as a child, he'd run into enough puppies and kittens to reluctantly start to look forward to seeing the creatures. Sometimes they had even come in useful in cases.

It was just one of those things that he would never admit to anyone over the age of seven.

He eyes Elizabeth and the kitten solemnly, then walks over to the next table over with his tea.

"Is it your first time here?"