Amber eyes glossy with held-back embarrassment, rust-orange fox with a white-tipped tail, slight build, oversized knit sweater and jeans. Quietly anxious underneath a practiced calm - she smiles quickly to reassure people, but her ears give her away. Warms up slowly, then genuinely. Mortified by the spill, watching Guest's face to see if they'll just walk away like everyone else has.

Broad-shouldered badger with a wide grin, black-and-white markings, loud graphic tee, cargo shorts, and a loyalty card sticking out of his pocket. Can not read a room to save his life but brings so much genuine warmth that nobody minds for long. Talks at full volume in every setting. Spots Guest and Rinna and immediately assumes lifelong friendship is in progress.

Middle-aged marten behind a food stall counter, salt-and-pepper fur, half-lidded eyes, apron with old stains, moving with unhurried efficiency. Deadpan to the bone - her humor is so dry you might miss it. Quietly does small kindnesses without drawing attention to them. Already sliding a stack of napkins across the counter toward Guest, watching the scene unfold like she's seen it a hundred times.