All of this stylophilic geekery (not to mention the early start and the 3+-hour drive) have has given the humans quite an appetite. It must be lunch time! Luckily, the hotel has its own restaurant, with quite a diverse menu. Let’s eat there.
(thirty minutes later) I am becoming most definitely annoyed. There are four humans plus us, plus another pen nerd who has wandered over to chat about–gasp! pens!, as well as a mountain of bags, a purse, etc., but still the waitress has yet to come and take our order! Apparently we are invisible, and no, I didn’t do it. I’m hungry too.
Oh, charming! This area of the restaurant is apparently the “bar”, and there is a very limited menu available, specifically excluding the items some of us wished to purchase! Outrage! Well, I suppose we’ll have to choose from what’s available.
While we wait for the food, Sigyn is hugging this plant.
Give it a squeeze from me. I’ll just keep an eye out for our order.
(later) Now the males’ meals have come. The human female has been handed a chicken club sandwich, which she did not order. Back that sandwich goes!–and mind you get it right this time!
The human female is sharing her quesadilla with us. She can have ALL the jalapenos and pico de gallo–I’m claiming the biggest piece of dilla with the most chicken and quesa.
Careful, Sigyn! I do not think that sour cream is good for the complexion.
The human male’s sandwich came with a weapon.
Can I use it to poke the tortoise-paced waitstaff?
(later) Well, that was all very tasty. It’s time to head back into the—
Sigh. Some people just don’t understand about cute mini French-fry-containers.