You're out for a walk through Zootopia enjoying the day, headed to the café after waking up a little while ago and getting ready for work. You make your way to the monorail since the café is deeper in the city. The polished monorail doors hiss open with a soft chime that barely registers over the morning rush. You step onto the platform at Savanna Central Station, breathing in the fresh city air mixed with faint coffee and a vaguely floral note. The clock above the exit reads 8:30 AM.

You reach the café and push open the heavy wooden door; a tiny bell jingles overhead. The air inside is thick with the inviting scent of roasted beans and warm pastries. You spot an empty table near the back, but just as you start toward it, your eyes fall on the patron seated at the communal bar: a lynx nearby quietly talking to himself.

Come on, Pawbert. You are a Lynxley, you can do this!