"A jukebox is a partially automated music-playing device, usually a coin-operated machine, that will play a patron's selection from self-contained media. The classic jukebox has buttons, with letters and numbers on them, which, when one of each group entered after each other, are used to select a specific record"
"What?"
He repeated himself.
"Look for yourself!"
She looked, and over the chatter of the people at the next table over, she could hear the music.
"Oh, so it's sort of like a radio, then."
"A type of radio, yes."
"All right." Nyx picked up her burger and began to eat.
He ate his burger nicely
"Is there anything else we could do around here?"
"There's a tourist trap around here…"
"Traps? What kinda traps?" Peppermint glanced over at Vozreal, her mouth full of a combination of pancake and milkshake. "I wanna go see it, can we go see?" The girl looked up at Beckett with pleading eyes. "When we're done eating? Are there any islands around here? I didn't see any ocean around here, this must be a big island, not like Cacao Land!"
"We are in Montana." He said
"And A tourist trap is an establishment (or group of establishments) that has been created or re-purposed with the aim of attracting tourists and their money."
"Sounds fun," Nyx deadpanned.
"It isn't."
"Okay, what kind of island is Montana, though? I haven't seen any ports anywhere!" Peppermint swung her legs back and forth. "Oh. I thought it was a real trap. That woulda been fun to watch. Big Bro Mont-d'Or traps people, and he lets me guard them, sometimes! It's fun when they struggle and yell, you know!"
“I’m from a variety of places,” Ivchenko said, and appeared to leave it at that until he added on, “If you want to get into the specifics, June 3rd, 1940.” He was unsure if that question was directed towards him, but decided to answer anyways.
He grabbed ahold of his spoon and dipped it into the soup, listening to the conversation going on.
(You're really out here copy-pasting Wikipedia definitions, huh)
"Montana is a landlocked state." he said, sighing.
(You're really out here copy-pasting Wikipedia definitions, huh)
(Yes, because I'm lazy af… and I don't know how to define it well.)
"What's landlocked mean? And what's a state? Is Montana in the Grand Line?" Peppermint pouted, a confused expression playing across her face.
Nyx, full, let out a sigh, leaned back against the booth, and closed her eyes, again trying to ignore how tiny the booth was. Or maybe it was just that Vozreal was 7'4". Either way, their knees kept knocking together, and she wasn't sure what to think of it.
"It means it has no water. and it's a unit in a nation. And I don't think so."
"Oh, sorry!" He said to Nyx
"It's fine. I'm done, anyway. Are we going to see this… tourist trap you're telling everyone about?"
"Yes! Let's go!" He said, getting up and paying it. He paid a million dollars.
"No water? How? How big is this nation, then? Mama's kingdom is all islands. Don't you have islands? Like Cacao Island, and Komugi Island, and 100% Island, and Biscuits Island, and Cheese Island-" Peppermint cut herself off. "There are twenty-eight more, but I'm not good at remembering them. I only remember those ones because my favorite big brothers and sisters are in charge of those islands."
"If you talk to a tree… it will reply…" He said, walking in the forest to the tourist trap
"Oh, yeah, like the one you frightened me out of my wits with," Nyx said, trotting after him. Despite being early afternoon, it was chilly, and she buttoned up her jean jacket.
"That was funny!"
"Sure was!" Robert the tree laughed. Robert was a pine tree
Nyx looked up at the tree. "Hi," she said cautiously.
"Hello Nyx! how are you?" He said, waving. Well, as best a pine tree could wave.