[Little Cato doesn't initially react well to being kidnapped, what with, y'know, having been kidnapped before. For three years. His reaction moves from pleading, to anger, to punching a wall that is much too hard to be punched, resulting in a bruised paw.]
[But after throwing an entire tantrum, ultimately, he decides to just deal with the problem in front of him.]
[At least he hasn't been shoved into some miserable cell this kidnapping. He decides he's just a temporarily kidnapped kidnappee. Embarrassing, but he's going to figure out how to fix this whole problem of universal disaster and get home. Or he won't, but he'll at least have given it a try.]
[In a way, this is kind of lucky, that at least one member of his crew is here, because someone can at least try to stop a "the universe is going to end" multiple hover-car pile up. His world already has one existential horror to deal with as is.]
[And he's nothing if not adaptable.]
A) potluck - I
[Little Cato's dish looks absolutely horrendous. He's from a world where machines do basically all the cooking. The only time he ever actually cooked was during a very long, long dark time alone, and he hadn't exactly had prime ingredients, just the few things he could grow hydroponically.]
[That he'd had to eat day after day after day.]
[Between the lack of experience, eating lots of bland and samey food through most of his life (all 14 or 74 years of it, depending on how you did the math when it came to time alteration bullshit), and the complete lack of a human palate, the food looks...dire.]
[Absolutely dire. It is a clashing mess of ingredients and different flavors. Sweet, salty, sour, umami, and bitter don't usually work together all at once.]
[He tastes it. Squints. Sticks out his tongue.]
[It's even dire to a Ventrexian palate, too.]
Welp. [He picks up the entire steaming pot and dumps it in the sink. Hopefully they have some kind of disposal, but if they don't it's someone else's problem. They kidnapped him, they can clean up his mess.] My universe had a good run.
[He has no idea if his world will be instantly doomed after one challenge, but he has to accept the possibility.]
[It's surprisingly easy to accept. He and his crew had gotten disabused of the notion that they could always truly save things after they couldn't save the Earth. And he's also just strangely resigned to the idea. Probably because now that Invictus is loose his universe will most likely die one way or another. There is a serenity in accepting that possibility, even while raging against the dying of the light.].
B) potluck - II
[Little Cato's cooking gets sidelined quickly from the distraction.]
[He sees something start falling out of the cupboard, holds his hands to his cheeks, and shrieks-]
[- in delight.]
Are these Earth cats?
[He knows that Earth cats have to look like Ventrexians or his adoptive human dad wouldn't call him "spider-cat" as a nickname and mention Earth cats sometimes in reference to his species.]
They're like mutant Ventrexian babies!
[He totally ignores any further attempts at cooking and drops down to the floor amidst a slowly increasing horde. The kittens react strongly to him, his smell and size cue-ing to them that he is somehow an older cat. One of them tries to play fight with his hand, another bats at his tail, which is flicking around happily. Others start to awkardly climb into his lap to cuddle.]
They're freaks!
[He says this with a measure of delight, though. They're cute in a very deeply deformed way. He starts petting them, but it's a bit more in the way someone might caress a baby's hair than how a human would scritch a cat. One starts grooming his arm.]
Ew. Weirdo.
[He doesn't push the cat away.]
c) tummy ache survivor
[Cato has been affected by the food in a very strange way: he's been filled with apparently boundless energy.]
[This is a problem.]
[...On account of the fact he usually always already has boundless energy.]
I don't know what it is about this place -
[It's said while he kicks off a wall and flips over a counter.]
But wow, it's got me pretty hype, Do you think it was the food? Maybe it was the food. Did someone put something in the food? Is it caffeine? I think I'm not supposed to have caffeine. My dad - he's human - always tells me not to have caffeine but then again I think he thinks it's poisonous because he also thinks I'm not supposed to have grapes and chocolate and I think that's just an Earth cat thing.
[He drops into a fighting stance, firing off a few punches at the air.]
Do you know how to fight? We should spar.
[He keeps darting forward and one of his swings accidentally nudges a glass of water on the table. Almost spilling it.]
[He stops. Then, without really thinking, he reaches out a paw and slowly slides it off the table. Fortunately, it doesn't break, but it does spill all over the floor and clatter away.]
[He squints.]
I don't know why I just did that.
[Then he goes right back to running around again.]
[Someone has the zoomies.]
d) wild card
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[But after throwing an entire tantrum, ultimately, he decides to just deal with the problem in front of him.]
[At least he hasn't been shoved into some miserable cell this kidnapping. He decides he's just a temporarily kidnapped kidnappee. Embarrassing, but he's going to figure out how to fix this whole problem of universal disaster and get home. Or he won't, but he'll at least have given it a try.]
[In a way, this is kind of lucky, that at least one member of his crew is here, because someone can at least try to stop a "the universe is going to end" multiple hover-car pile up. His world already has one existential horror to deal with as is.]
[And he's nothing if not adaptable.]
A) potluck - I
B) potluck - II
c) tummy ache survivor
d) wild card