"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" cheered the rabbit, suped up on orange juice and upbeat tunes. He crashed into the back of the two chefs putting one arm round the shoulder of each. His violin was in one hand, the bow in the other. "Still drinking I see, and who's this pretty boy, eh?" he looked to Kitt, tilting his head from side to side, examining him. "Whoever you are, you look good. Do you play music, you could get a job here, and a violin on it's own can only do so much." A grin exploded on Asia's face before asking for more drink. "I'm gonna have to go face the audience in a moment, so mr pretty kitty... have fun," he said with a point of his finger as his drink arrived. He took it with him and returned to the stage.