"Hey," a man would say, giving the sleeping neko a shove, ". . . gotta get up. You're wasting table space," he would say, raising Hana up to warbling lower extremities.
"It hasn't even been that long!" Hana would whine out, shuffling rather tired feet along the linoleum, checkered floor.
"Gonna, uh... pay for that yogurt?" the man would ask, reaching out his palm towards Hana, shoving the palm forward just a bit.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Hana would say, reaching into a handy-dandy hoodie pouch so that proper payment of the yogurt meal could be made.