#anywhere

"Could we have a pitcher of pepsi, and buffalo wings with blue cheese for an app... and then, like, a small pepperoni and cheese and a small... taco? Guys? Small taco pizza?

"Let's go for it" She aggrees with the taco pizza

"Medium Pepperoni?" He asks. Becky beams at him and says, "Free size upgrade, there is a coupon..."

"I don't have any coupons..." His brow wrinkles, and she insists, "No problem, I'll ring it in for you!" And gives him a big smile before flouncing back to put the order in.

"That was nice of her. It smells good, and I have an appetite today."

"Yeah, she's..friendly" the big girl observes

"You seem in a good mood, Art." She adds

"Hm? Yes. I am looking forward to the movie. You see, in the book they cover several socio-political aspects of the races that battle for the intergalactic Spice drug, some of which I believe are allegories to mortal wars I may not have knowledge on, but reviews have stated that this first movie is more based on the outlook of the one world and how they interact with the local populace?"

"Mmm your guess is as good as mine "

He grins. "It should be a good performance."

"I hope so... it's got good reviews."

"I have to say, even for the one I saw with 'Wain? The technology that mortals have reached since the last time I strode in these lands... it's quite phenomenal. It would take quite a working of magic to approximate the same effects they make with lights and screens, and computers."

Is Thistle sulking?

She whisperrs "Keep your voice down if you talk about 'mortals and us' that way. Ignorance, right of?" gently "But yes. I agree. But some of the props has to go to Trina's ..ah tribe. They've spent a long time musing wonders with teech"

The waitress comes over again and offers to top off Art's drink, but he shakes his head. "I've barely touched mine. Here, can you fill hers?" Redirecting the waitress to pour more soda into Trina's empty glass.

"Thanks." Greenish spirals.

"So, the tech in Dune is kinda cool because it's more... anti-tech?"

"They are using human brains as super-computers, and mental power to drive space travel. Like... tesseracts, folding space-time. Verges more on magic than science, sorta."

"Maybe the dividing line isn't as distinct as we all thought..." He nods, agreeing with Trina's points and considering...

"That's a good point."

"Well, that's pretty fair too." She agrees. "Like alchemy, yeah?"

"We got real chemistry out of it. Some of it's bunkum, but lots of it works. And same with astrology and astronomy..."

"Or medicine... shamanic version, and quantum physics"

The pizza arrives soon - hot and steaming, and.. a side of mozzerella sticks, too? 'Becky' leans forward over the table and smiles, "on the house, cutey."

Art blinks, taken aback a bit, and slides it down the table towards Gwen. "Uh. Thanks? It might be too much food with the larger pizza. I suppose we could take it home."

A small pout from the waitress, but then she is called to another table...

Oh yes, a poison-green on those cheeks. "Okay, so! Pizza!"

Art is examining the taco meat pizza.

Taco meat, salsa, peppers, olives... and topped post-cooking with crumbled Doritos and shredded lettuce!

Peperoinni wih Cheese, but a look of sympathy a Thistle

Thistle takes a slice of each.

"Thanks, Art. And great idea, Trina" Though she's sure they'll never come to this place again if the nnocker can help itt

Art was trying to slice off a bite with fork, but watches Trina, then tries the lift-fold-bite maneuver as well.

Gwen spots a napkin under the complimentary cheese sticks that seems to have some writing on it?

She takes the napkin while Art is disrtracted and pretends to wipe her lips with it

"Yeah, proper New Yawk fold!" She demonstrates, and streeetches cheese from the bite.

"You have so much to teach us" Dryly amused

He does the same and cheese extends... his eyes widen at the dangerously lengthening and drooping cheese strand as he tries to make a decision to try to inhale it or gather it back on the slice... rather unintentionally comically.

Funny as that is, Gwen uses this chance to peek at the napkin where she suspects Becki's contact info is written

Oh yes, there's a phone number, and a pressed lip print in the same garish pink that Becki is sporting.

Oh yeah, that's going into the pocket.

Then she turns to look at Becki, and gives her a leer.

Becki's expression goes sour, and she disappears into the back room. Ugh!

A laugh. "Gotta commit, Art!"

Smirk. No poaching in these woods, She-Weasel

Art is laughing, which makes it more difficult, but finally goes for it and just shoves the last bite into his mouth, cheese and all. Success!

"tempted to ask for a fork just to start a riot" She jokes

"Hoobah!"

But nope, she eats it 'right'

"You are correct. This is FAR better than Checkers."

"Mmmm Checkers has some good stuff too"

"Do they?" Art looks dubious.

"Eh. Their burgers, maybe, but those ain't nuthin' compared to the diner."

"Fair point" She ponders "I kind of like their greens though"