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"Always dress nice." He said to Beckett.

"Shall we go?" Nyx asked.

"Sure!" And off they went.
"Order anything you like!" He said, once they sat down.
"I will pay."

Nyx looked over the menu, trying to ignore the tiny size of the booth, which meant she and Vozreal were squished right up next to each other. "I don't know, what's good?"

"Alright, Mr. Bourgeoisie," Beckett said with an eyeroll. Only an insufferable showoff would wear a suit to a diner anyways. Beckett was almost embarrassed to be associated with him. Great, he'd probably end up being stared at the whole time.

"I don't know! I have never been here myself!"

"You've never been here?" Nyx asked.

(Why jump right to the diner? Wouldn't it be way more interesting to explore the downtown first?)

(Wait I thought it was just a tiny town. I don't think tiny towns have downtown areas. Do they? I know mine doesn't…)

(Because Paradox Vortex is boring)
"Not in my life!"

"Really?"

(Why jump right to the diner? Wouldn't it be way more interesting to explore the downtown first?)

(Wait I thought it was just a tiny town. I don't think tiny towns have downtown areas. Do they? I know mine doesn't…)

(Tiny towns have some of the best downtowns! Lots of little local businesses and all. Cute af)

(Why jump right to the diner? Wouldn't it be way more interesting to explore the downtown first?)

(Wait I thought it was just a tiny town. I don't think tiny towns have downtown areas. Do they? I know mine doesn't…)

(Tiny towns have some of the best downtowns! Lots of little local businesses and all. Cute af)

(There's this one shop in the town next to mine that has a ton of stuff that they also have at Anthropologie and it's so amazing)

Beckett sat in a different booth, with Peppermint and Ivchenko.
"Can you read the menu?" he asked Peppermint. He figured that Ivchenko could figure it out on his own, but he wasn't sure if the girl could read. Were seven year olds supposed to be able to read? He couldn't remember. And besides, she seemed to be from some other plane of existence. Who knew what the social norms were there?

(Why jump right to the diner? Wouldn't it be way more interesting to explore the downtown first?)

(Wait I thought it was just a tiny town. I don't think tiny towns have downtown areas. Do they? I know mine doesn't…)

(Tiny towns have some of the best downtowns! Lots of little local businesses and all. Cute af)

(There's this one shop in the town next to mine that has a ton of stuff that they also have at Anthropologie and it's so amazing)

(Mine's a bit lacking since there was an explosion there a few years back, but it's got a really nice coffee shop)

Nyx suddenly realised she was in a booth, alone, with Vozreal, and her nose went a shade towards pink.

"What's wrong?" He said to Nyx.

Does she like me back? He thought.
Oh god, what if she can read minds??

"I can't decide what to have," she bluffed. "Do you think the burger would be any good? And what's an onion ring?"

"I can read! Big Bro taught me!" Peppermint scanned the menu, pointing at one of the selections. "Pancakes! Pancakes sound nice! I want pancakes with strawberries on top, and whipped cream, and powdered sugar, and syrup!" The girl swung her legs under the table as she giggled. "I like pancakes! Big Sis Pudding makes good pancakes, they have chocolate chips in them!"

"Burgers are wonderful! And a onion ring is a ring of sliced onion coated with batter or crumbs and fried!"

"Right, then. I'll get that."
A purple-haired, bubble-gum-chewing waitress came over. "Can I take your order?"
Nyx ordered burgers and onion rings.

"Burger and Fries, please!!" He asked, surprising the waitress with his voice. And somehow, she knew him

Ivchenko picked up his own menu and opened it. Despite being able to understand the language the menu was written in, he actually hadn’t heard of a lot of the dishes that were written in this menu.

“Hm…this may be a bit more difficult of a choice than I originally predicted..” He continued to scan the menu.

Wait, she has a sister named Pudding? Well, I guess that explains why her name's Peppermint, Beckett thought.
"I dunno, Pepper, that sounds like a lot of sugar…" he began, then shrugged. "But whatever, it's not my money." He turned to face Vozrael and Nyx's booth.
"Hey, Radiohead!" he shouted. "We'll take pancakes with whipped cream, strawberries, powdered sugar, and syrup for Pepper–probably with chocolate milk too?–and I'll have a waffle with fried eggs and bacon, plus black coffee. Thanks."

While they were waiting for their food, Nyx fiddled with her bracelets, unsure of what to do.

Peppermint gaped at the waitress. "I like your hair, miss! It looks like my Big Bro Cracker's!" The girl stood on her knees in her seat, resting her arms on the top of the booth. "It's really pretty!" She turned to Beckett, and nodded. "Yeah, chocolate milk! And a milkshake, too!" Peppermint giggled as she slid back down into her seat. "I like milkshakes," she explained. "Almost as much as I like lollipops!"

"they will have pancakes with whipped cream, strawberries, powdered sugar, and syrup, chocolate milk, a waffle with fried eggs and bacon, plus black coffee." He said, ordering it for them.

"Ah," Beckett said. He remembered a time–maybe two or three years ago–when he and his friends were crammed into a tiny booth, eating fries dipped in milkshakes after a show. He felt a slight twinge of regret for leaving without telling any of them, but he forced the thought from his head.

Nyx closed her eyes and, as was her tendency to do when bored, sent out her field, probing the nearby area. There was nothing of interest, but her attention did snag briefly on Beckett's injured wrist. She frowned slightly, but knowing that Beckett would probably proverbially bite her head off if she mentioned it again, kept her mouth shut.