[He'll solve this mystery of the wings if it kills him, he swears. To himself, silently, because he's not completely weird in public.
Anyway, the restaurant has a little bit of everything, chosen if only because he has no idea how to do lunch with giant mothmen. Or anyone. It's essentially a food court, but only one restaurant. It's fine.]
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Anyway, the restaurant has a little bit of everything, chosen if only because he has no idea how to do lunch with giant mothmen. Or anyone. It's essentially a food court, but only one restaurant. It's fine.]
Oh— [he didn't expect bowing!!] That's me. Shall we?