Vanessa heard Fiddlesticks complain about lack of food and knew that he had a bit of a point. The service was usually prompt and Vanessa had seen the waiter entering the orders not too long after he had taken them. Vanessa had gotten her own food rather quickly, though that was because it was a secret order that she was allowed to have custom made due to her vampiric nature. Hefting her rifle, Vanessa uncrossed her legs and set the weapon neatly within the seat next to her. After making sure that her weapon was safe, secure, and unloaded, as anyone remotely responsible with their weapons would do, Vanessa made a brief announcement to the table. "I shall go and see if there has been a delay with our food. I shall return as soon as I am able."

With that, Vanessa leaned forward to get up and once more vanished within a puff of smoke as she teleported to the front of the table. Taking a moment to straighten her suit and make sure everything was in order. Weaving through the crowds around the eatery with a supreme grace that was usually reserved for royalty in training Vanessa made her way up to the counter. She tapped a small bell to alert the worker there, a slightly chubby human wearing a nametag that read "Clarke" was working the counter at this point in time. He raised a hand to Vanessa signaling that he heard the request, and shortly thereafter he stood before Vanessa. Vanessa and Clarke exchanged greetings and Vanessa got to the reason why she was at the counter rather quickly. "I'm here to check on an order for table seven. Yes, the large one. Is it ready?"

Clarke informed Vanessa that the order was indeed ready and was presently sitting under heat lamps, but their delivery bot had broken a stabilizer and couldn't remain upright. The eatery had a technician working to get a fix, but it was going to take a bit. Vanessa gave him a small wave and said. "I'll help. Show me where the food is." Clarke raised an eyebrow and told Vanessa that typically they weren't allowed to have non-staff assist in the kitchen, but since they had just gotten a fresh round of orders in they needed to clear the space. Pointing Vanessa to the kitchen doors Clarke said. "Through there, to the right. Third table is all your orders." Vanessa nodded and thanked Clarke for his understanding before leaving.

Stepping lightly through the kitchen doors, Vanessa headed to the right and found the third table. It was filled to the brim with plates and bowls containing the various orders of food that everyone had asked for. It continually surprised Vanessa how the eatery was able to meet all kinds of orders, despite them being rather strange. Regardless, Vanessa picked up an armful of plates and stepped towards table seven before vanishing once again. Reappearing at the table for a brief moment, she set down the food quickly and chimed. "More to come!" before vanishing again.

Vanessa would vanish and reappear several times as she teleported back and forth between the storage room and the table. Each time setting down an armful of food before vanishing again. About one minute later Vanessa finally reappeared and set down the last thing from the holding table within the kitchen, the coffee requested by the pilot. With all the food accounted for Vanessa teleported back into her seat before she took up her rifle again. Thankful that it was safe, Vanessa gave a wave to the food she had brought to the table and said. "Enjoy, everyone!"