Glass stared at her, before sighing once again. Hesitantly he reached into his pocket, before pulling out a simple brown wallet, and brought out a number of small bills. "Whatever food she wanted, give it to her." Glass handed the lady behind the counter his money.

"And you. You should really know better by now that this approach doesn't work." Leaning against the wall, he rubbed his forehead in defeat. "This is the second time in three days that I've had to come and get you out of trouble, the third time over all!" Behind the counter, the restaurant's employees were scrambling to assemble a bag of burgers and fries.