Hidden breakfast

The fox was confusing. If possible, Cicero's eyes narrowed even more. Sure, she'd been told that she was pretty, but usually only when someone wanted something. What did this little beast want from her? His words ran in circles, he spouted compliments like a geyser. She had to figure out what he wanted.

Some drivel was spouted about company and loneliness sprinkled with a dose of pretty again. Cicero's eyes were nearly shut now. Her suspicious nature was going to make her eyes seal shut. Eventually the fox gave his name and, to keep herself from getting a headache, the woman opened her eyes once more. "Cicero." Her reply was simple. "Where are the mushrooms?" That was what she was here for. That was what she wanted. If the beast wanted company, he could have it for a time. Once she got what she needed, she'd skirt on out of there.