cloud

[preowned]

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[preowned]

Perhaps there is something wrong with the menu?

[ but he will just walk over and

well

he does not want to sit here. it physically pains him to sit here. sadly he sits. ]

[skyagain]

[ there is nothing more awkward than trying to sit down at a booth when you have a giant sword strapped to your back. cloud looks very reluctant to take it off but does so, putting it next to him like it is also going to get its own order.

it will not, all it wants is honor. ]

... It... looks like a regular menu to me.

[ a little sticky, maybe, but the kind that's "oh they just didn't wipe these properly from another table" from the pre-covid days. this applebees does not live in the post pandemic era. ]

[preowned]

Ah.

[ huh. he flips through it. ]

There has to be a catch somewhere...?

[skyagain]

[ he stares at the first page ]

Maybe the catch is whatever a chicken fiesta is.

[preowned]

Let's not order that.

[skyagain]

Why would we.

[ why would anyone. he's like. perusing it now ]

... Maybe we can pick whatever seems the most... small.

[ they're going to be stuck eating or fighting it, they gotta be careful ]

[preowned]

I would like to order a water.

[skyagain]

... You think that'll count?

[ the newly formed waiter looks mad ]

[preowned]

[ he looks directly at the waiter. ]

Two waters please.

[ they are the worst type of customer ]

[skyagain]

[ the waiter comes back and brings it with distaste. they hate them. cloud looks at the water glass like it might be poisoned ]

... ... I don't really want to drink this.

[preowned]

[ he looks back at the waiter. ]

Can we get juice?

[skyagain]

That's not what I meant--

[ too late, the waiter is bringing them back two fresh glasses of juice. it is orange. it has pulp. does applebee's even have fresh squeezed orange juice? no. but it is pulpy. ]

[preowned]

Wow! How quick.

[ he pushes one glass even closer to cloud.

for you ;3 ]

[skyagain]

[ sadly... takes his juice... ]

... Because they're not real, probably. [ reluctantly sips once. it is thick with pulp. he puts it back down immediately. ]

[preowned]

Should we order more juice?

[ is this enough to qualify as a full meal. pulp juice. ]

[skyagain]

Please don't.

[preowned]

[ he goes to take a sip of his own juice




quietly spits it back into the glass as elegantly as possible. ]

[skyagain]

[ quietly, a little in despair ]

I know. Why is it thick.

[preowned]

[ he looks over at the waiter. they're still just there.

he looks back at cloud. ]

Why are they still here?

[skyagain]

...

...

I think they want us to order more. [ he says it after having a staring contest with the waiter. the waiter pushes the menu closer to them. ]

[preowned]

Oh. I would assume all of the stuff in the juice would make this a full meal?

[ just saying

he slowly opens the menu. ]

Where are the apples?

[skyagain]

Just be glad there aren't bees, either.

[ he pushes the glass away. why is it congealed. what is in this. ]

... What's a chicken fiesta...

[preowned]

[ the waiter immediately leaves to bring them a chicken fiesta ]

No--

[skyagain]

Wait--

[ too late! it was prepared! this is a hellish kitchen. why is the chicken fiesta being placed in front of both of them. are they being asked to share like this is lady and the tramp? this gets worse. ]

[preowned]

We are supposed to eat this?

[ the waiter hates them more and more every day. ]