Introducing Xander, a Fennec Fox and a Junior Doctor. A bit lacking in social graces (and fashion sense, though Sabs is no better), he finds himself on the wrong end of people's attitudes and is more than capable of 'biting back'.
But he is small, and therefore cute, and therefore able to get away with much more than he should. Such as this moment...

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GoodSoup - Interior - 3:00pm

Sabs jokes - "If I'd known I could get you to deliver my meds, Doc, I would've taken you up on that earlier."

Xander dismisses Sabs' witty remark and places the brown paper bag on the counter - "No no, this isn't that. Just wondering if you'd reheat this for me."

Sabs eyes the bag up - "You know I'm not a community break room, right? ...besides, that doesn't look like one of mine."

Xander flashes Sabs a small smile and clarifies - "Just some leftover Egg Fried Rice from this takeout I had last night. So, think you could throw this in your microwave for a few?"

Sabs pauses for a moment, then leans in - "...you're bringing in food from somewhere else and asking me to reheat it? You know Egg Fried Rice isn't supposed to be reheated, right?"

Xander tries to explain - "Don't worry, the takeout I ordered from is really goo-"

Sabs flashes Xander a glare - "Doesn't matter; everyone makes Egg Fried Rice using cold rice. That's how it's always been done. Already cooked rice. You're asking me to reheat something that another takeout has already reheated."

Xander gives Sabs an almost resigned look of defeat - "So...is that a no?"

Sabs tries for a compromise - "Xander, I don't even own a microwave. I mean I could reheat it by pan, but I'd have to charge you and make you sign one of those 'don't sue me if you poison yourself' wav-"

Xander suddenly bursts out - "What do you mean you don't own a microwave?!"

Sabs says defensively - "Never got one. never needed one. Why is that the thing that pushes you over the edg-"

Xander interrupts - "You have a whole kitchen back there! How do you not have a microwave?!"

Sabs reiterates, the small Fennec beginning to get on his nerves - "Never. Needed. One."

Xander - "How are you supposed to heat up your Soup?!"

Sabs - "I have a couple of Soup Urns to keep thi-"

Xander - "How do you defrost your meat?!"

Sabs - "Overnight, in the fridge, like a sensible person!"

Xander - "Tell me you have one upstairs, at least!"

Sabs gives the Doctor a knowing look - "…"

Xander pauses and folds his arms - "...oh my god, does Hutch know??"

Sabs asks - "Well yeah, he's done work on my kitchen bef- hey, why are you bringing Hutch into this?"

Xander raises his voice again - "You of all people know he likes it when his food is reheated once or twice! What are you feeding the poor guy?"

Sabs raises his voice to match - "Hey, what do you mean 'me of all people'?"

Xander leans in and teases - "Oh come on, why else would you be letting him in after closing time to have a sit-down meal with you?"

Sabs glares and points, teeth showing - "Because he fixes my fryers, cleans my windows, and he doesn't bring in food from Golden Lion; a passable Chinese Takeout at best! In fact-"

Sabs snatches the takeout bag and storms back into the kitchen. Xander can just about make out the sound of Sabs throwing it in the bin.

Xander yells - "Hey, the fuck are you playing at?!"

Sabs roars back, his patience expired - "I'm making you something fresh! You're lucky I've got some rice left from today's lunch rush!"
His voice lowers - "Don't worry about paying for this one. But if you pull shit like this again you won't make it through the front door."

Xander huffs and listens to the angry clanging of pots, pans and general cookery coming from the kitchen.
A slight curl forms against his mouth.
That's one way to score a free meal...