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She shot the manager a dirty look and blew a raspberry. Bro, it wasn’t the 80s, anymore, Aurelio Voltaire proved it was okay to smile.
“Yes.” She gave the most saccharine grin, one to rival the little faces on the Zubat hairclips she had. “Pancakes.” So what if it was past breakfast? “Draw a smiley face on them in whipped cream. With little fangs.”
Noir pondered, wanting to get in on the game, too. [”A burger. Smiley face in ketchup on the patty. Rare.”] Oh, this was going to be fun. Because what was more of an important policy here, aesthetic? Or...
“The customer is always right, aren’t they?” She looked past her poor waiter, directly at the manager. Noir echoed her statement, making sure to crank the volume on text to speech loud enough for the whole place to hear.
“Hey.” She whispered to Touya. “I’ll tip you 50%, cause that guy’s an ass. I’m sorry you have to work for him.”











