The door of The Roost swung open and a young dog in his twenties strolled over to the bar. Brewster stood behind the counter cleaning out one of his many glasses and eyed the cat as he sat down on a stool.

"Good to see you, B." the dog smiled as he took his hat off.

"Well, well," Brewster chuckled as he recognized the dog, his thick city accent as present as it had ever been. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"How's the place holdin' up?"

"It's good, Copper, it's real good. How's your uh..."

"Fine." Copper replied, stretching his shoulder.

Brewster nodded.

"What can I get you?" Brewster asked as he slung the tower over his shoulder. "Anything - it's on the house."

Copper thought for a few seconds and finally said, "Some hot chocolate would be great."

Brewster smiled "Of course. Comin' up!"

Copper had grown up in this town. As a pup he spent a lot of time in the museum studying whatever he could find. Artifacts, paintings, fossils, you name it and he could tell you about it. He grew up in a rough household and the only place he could go to get away from it was the museum. Brewster's coffee house, even within the museum, had been a local attraction for as long as Copper could remember. People from all over the place spoke of Brewster's coffee. Copper would spend hours in there - often past closing - pouring over his notebooks while sipping hot chocolate. Brewster, or B as most people called him, would let him stay as long as he stacked the chairs when they needed to be stacked.

"Here you go, bud." Brewster said as he set a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the counter. "I even remembered the extra cream."

Copper laughed. "It's good to be back."

"Come! Sit down, lets catch up. Things are starting to wind down anyway."

The two walked over to a table and sat. The place was just as Copper remembered. Piano on the stage in the corner, a few booths lining the walls, some regular old tables in the middle. It was perfect. "What have you been up to?" Brewster asked.

"Well, believe it or not, I'm doing a lot of work with the FBI nowadays."

"You don't say!"

"I just did say!"

Copper took a sip of the hot chocolate as they both laughed. "Mmm," he voiced. "Great as always." Brewster nodded his thanks. "Yes, I'm sort of... freelancing... with them. A consultant."

"Specializing in...?"

"What do you think?"

"Missing artifacts?"

"You got it. Something I've always been passionate about."

"That you have."

"Hey," Copper said, leaning in. "You don't have that piano bench anymore do you? The one that you had when I was little?"

Brewster ran his wing along his crest and sighed. "Actually, it might be in the back. Why?"

Copper looked around cautiously before replying, "Cuz there's something in it that I need."