Lobby’s shop had always held a minimalistic aesthetic, with a placard of curious prices having been its main decor, but, this morning, an entire wall now drew the eyes toward a vanilla-foamed cat lying like a French girl on a mocha-hued chaise lounge, a placement whose lofty air, perhaps, confirmed not only the intentional absence of decimal points on neighbouring fiscal fixture, but, as well, the purposed presence of a complement to framed feline’s signature—an across written brocard, which, of course, aptly read: Res ipsa loquitur. ; )