The Hitmonlee had not even made it ten feet to the table when Maya began chittering and whining in distress, now fully aware of what sort of dish her mother had requested. Fully expecting this, Rebeca gave the Shellfish Pokemon's shell a reassuring tap, and Maya promptly turned around, clambered down her legs, and made her way to the point that she determined was farthest from the hellish concoction, had a sufficient number of obstacles between herself and the aforementioned concoction, and was comfortable. 

As it so happened, those traits coincided with Kaze's lap. The teen had barely any time to react before Maya had made herself comfortable, the front edge of her shell firmly buried in his stomach. [i][color=00bfff]Mommy's food stinks.[/color][/i]

As for Rebeca herself, she instantly ceased to care whatsoever about how the remainder of the conversation went when the waitress handed her the waiver. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she cheerfully signed the waiver and handed it back with a smile that had no business being as wide as it was. "[color=red]I'll let you know if the second one needs any improvement.[/color]"

She had no idea what language the waitress was speaking in as she scurried away, but she got the gist of it anyways. 

The dish itself was rather simple: a sort of rounded pasta that was wrapped around a little ball of meat, whose name Rebeca was not at all inclined to try pronouncing. And in any other circumstance, it would have been quite appropriate for the setting, were it not for the thick red sauce in which it was virtually drowning. Those sitting right next to Rebeca were at ground zero and suffered the worst, though it did not take very long at all for the pain to be shared by everyone. At the first bite, Rebeca's face screwed up, tears began streaming down her face in earnest, and it took about two tries to actually swallow. She sat back and loosed a breath, a small wisp of flame emerging at the end. "[color=red]Hoooyeah, that's good,[/color]" she sighed, then began devouring the meal with gusto. She paused only once, when she caught sight of Shade appearing torn between concentrating on the food or the retreating Vuduin. 

The brief smoldering glare she gave was more than enough to convince him that he had better places to be.