"...*ahem* Yes, of course," Mayor Mayer uttered, strategically (or perhaps sacrificially) sliding closer to Rebeca so he would be between the women. He seemed to be growing uncomfortable with all this conflict. He already dealt with enough of that in his political role; couldn't the poor man have just evening of peace?

As for Justine, she silently appreciated the tension. It provided a great opportunity to gauge the true, gloves-off nature of each avatar.

Then, a Hitmonlee with sunglasses and a bow tie arrived on the scene.

A Hitmonlee with sunglasses and a bow tie. Perhaps this level of precaution was a little over the top, but with all the drama that had taken place so far this evening, the kitchen staff didn't want to take any chances. Thus, a Hitmonlee with sunglasses and a bow tie carried a sizzling plate of hellfire. The spicy odor wafting from bumpy red strips was enough to sting the eyes, nose, mouth, and perhaps even ears of anyone within ten feet of the accursed platter. Though he was fortunate to be missing most of those body parts, the Hitmonlee's sunglasses were not a strong enough protection, and a stream of tears rolled down the Pokemon's face. The Hitmonlee went far around the avatars' table and placed the dish on a nearby table behind Rebeca. Then it dashed away as quickly as possible. Unbeknownst to the avatars, that Hitmonlee and its trainer would soon receive a nice cash reward for his act of courage.

Seconds later, a waitress brought Alain's meal. Oddly, it wasn't the waitress that had been serving the group earlier. Before she left, the redhead gave Rebeca a nervous frown and handed her a release of liability waiver.