"Sure," Carl replied. "Do you mean... like a date?"
Hannah laughed. "After what we just did? Are you not comfortable with that?"
Carl smiled nervously. "Of course. What kind of place could we go to?"
Hannah finished off her breakfast (no sausage or bacon of course) and cleared her throat. "There's a place I usually hang out downtown. Get dressed and we can check it out."
***
Hannah and Carl walked down the main promenade, past the assorted citizens of the island. Carl had never seen anything like it. All sorts of animal girls milled around; ponygirls drawing carriages, cowgirls selling milk, all odd sights. Eventually Hannah stopped outside a bar.
"THE PIGSTY", read the sign.
"Am I going to be welcome in here?" Carl asked, noticing through the open doorway that all the staff and clients were pigs.
"Oh sure," Hannah reasoned. "You'll be more than welcome."
She took Carl's hand and pulled him inside.