IC// Second Rescue!

[alfredherojones]

[Alfred is sitting at a table in the Spellbound Cafe, writing something hurriedly on a piece of paper. Peek over his shoulder; it's a letter, written in bright red ink, rather messy.]

Dear Cafe-people,
The United States of America thinks that you should put hamburgers on your menu. And French fries. Because there's no where to get them in this town!

Comments

[cleaverest]

Is something wrong with Alfred-san, I wonder I wonder?

[alfredherojones]

Huh?

[He blinks, looking up, then grins.]

Oh, hey Rena! Naah, I'm just writing an awesome letter!

[cleaverest]

A letter? To who, I wonder I wonder?

[alfredherojones]

The cafe place! They don't have burgers! It's horrible!

[He makes a face at the paper, puffing his cheeks.]

[cleaverest]

Burgers?

Maybe because the cafe owner doesn't like them, so they don't sell them?

[alfredherojones]

H-how could anyone not like burgers?! Th-that's a travesty!

[cleaverest]

R-Rena doesn't know why...!