[center][h3][u]Berganfont, Lilith's Keg[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 9:01 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Peter was a little confused, but he knew that his mama would be able to make sense of it in an instant.

	"I heard, Pete," Lilith called out, not lifting her head from the bar-top, "Help your brother with the stove. [i]Farmer's lunch.[/i]" Peter spun around and nodded before darting into the back room. He knew every dish on the menu based on his mother's cute little nicknames for the food. Sometimes they were based on the customers, other times it was something weird like [i]farmer's lunch[/i] or [i]sweet and sour.[/i] He'd never get it wrong, regardless. His awkward habit of memorizing obtuse queues was he number one talent, after all. Hopefully that would help him when he got older. "You can sit at the bar if you want, Shane," Lilith offered, "I don't know how many times I gotta tell you [i]I don't bite.[/i]"