[Leaves and other fallen foliage make for great little fire pits, and Maya's bullied sweet potatoes out of cherubs. So now, a little kitty can be found kneeling in front of a commandeered flower pot filled with hot stones and foil-wrapped spuds, watching them roast with her chin in her paws.

Her tail flickers as she watches, and she talks to no one in particular;]

You know, I totally thought fire was gonna be a little traumatizing... but these things smell so good, I'm already starting to forget.

[She pokes and prods the potatoes with a pair of sticks, making sure to flip them around so they roast entirely.]

I'm telling you, I'm twenty years old! And my friend's already inside!

I'm a grown up!

[A much more demonic Maya's got her cheeks puffed out in a pout, and the imp bouncer at this club is just not having it.

See, sweets? That's anotha' point against ya, he tells her, ain't nobody, and I mean NOBODY, out here callin' themselves a grown-up in hell.

This only sours Maya further.]

You need to stop relying on your narrow-minded cultural assumptions!

[ But, as the bouncer points out— Arguin' with me ain't gonna getcha anywhere, toots! Now, scram!

And scram she does, scampering to the back alley. She won't be deterred! So if you happen to be taking a shortcut down this alley, you'll probably see her trying to climb atop a dumpster toward an open window.]

Hi! Don't mind me. Just— making my way over— here—!!