"You do not ever capsule a capsule, ...as for larger projects, we really did just poof some of these smaller buildings out of nowhere with capsules!" Trunks explained with a giddy smile, proud of his family's work all around him. He entered the diner first, followed by a nervous Blaze. Some of these 'Time Patrollers' looked ugly and weird. Or just absolutely terrifying. One humanoid with icy blue skin and darker blue 'bubbles' for certain joints stopped and stared with a piercing gaze at the girl, and the white-haired man as he entered. This Frieza-race being grunted and walked out, mumbling something about FNGs.

"Trunks, sir?" Blaze asked, "What's an FNG?"

Trunks rolled his eyes, sitting down at a table for three and motioning the other two to take a seat. "Let's just say some veterans in the Time Patrol don't see new people as potential, but more uh.. how can I put this?"

"Doomed?!" Blaze asked with worry all over her expression.

"...I was going to say cannon fodder, but I think you summed it up okay. Just relax, you two are going to be looked after. We don't take risks unless they're worth it." Trunks tried to reassure the redhead, handing her menu to her to calm her down a little.

This menu in question had about fifty pages, each page being popular food to a certain planet. Of course, you wouldn't be finding Namekian cuisine listed here.