Mooby Land, Monday Evening

[ihavenocodename]

Finally finishing up the wandering around town to see where everything was, Jean stopped at quite possibly the worst place to eat around.

Hey, she was still young and skinny, she could get away with a burger and fries still! And she's be dead before she'd end up fat, so it all worked!

[[Open for people with need for buuurgers]]

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[feline_royalty]

Tybalt was going to join the metaphorical conga line of young, thin people who were going to be dead before the ever got fat. Burgers, after all, were fast. And cheap. And usually edible.

Usually.

"What manner of swill is being served in this establishment?" There was a burger flying across the counter at a somewhat bedraggled cashier and her manager, yes. "I did specify there were to be no onions or pickles. The bun, it is stale. Too much ketchup hath been used, and not near enough mustard. And the meat? O, the meat..."

Clearly, the state of the meat simply troubled him enough that he couldn't continue.

For the best, really.

[ihavenocodename]

Jean was torn between hiding in her booth and trying to get Tybalt to stop before he was kicked out. God. Why were boys so stupid?

"Maybe you should try the chicken nuggets?"

[feline_royalty]

"I've yet to be able to discern exactly what part of the chicken goes into a nugget," Tybalt hissed, glancing sideways in order to snap at-

Oh. It was the ginger who was so much fun to undress with his eyes. Well. Perhaps he could be persuaded to calm down some, if she was taking any interest in the situation at all.

"Although, now that thou hast mentioned such things, I must confess that I do find nuggets to have a certain appetizing quality to them."

Totally dirty.

[ihavenocodename]

"You do?" Oh, Jean. Don't sound so happy that your gentle touch has soothed the savage beast.