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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant[/b][/u]

Like everyone else, Trixie nearly jumped right out of her seat as a man bellowed and a plate shattered along the floor. She reeled back a little, intimidated from hearing one angry person after another, but her worry quickly shifted elsewhere: the scoop of peanut buttery ice cream goodness she had brought with her into the restaurant had hopped right off and landed on the floor. Normally Trixie would have no qualms about it, but last time she tried to eat food off the ground in public, Amy nearly stepped on her. So now she was stuck with an ol' waffle cone with barely any ice cream still lodged inside it. "Aw, mannnn..."

Amy too jumped when the head chef made his call almost immediately following Moira's assumption. Eyes closed, she placed her hand over her chest to steady her breaths again before letting out a chuckle. "Well. This will be entertaining." Although, she noticed, the berserker's expression was more than alarmed than most. "You all right, Moira?"

"Your drinks, bros and sises!"

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Any further conversation had been cut short by a waiter approaching their table, a jubilant smile plastered across his face after finally reuniting with his bro after what felt like centuries had passed. More surprisingly he balanced a single yet largeass tray on one hand, topped with [i][b]14[/b][/i] uniform glasses, all filled to the brim with sparkling water and bendy straws. In his other he balanced a tray smaller in size, holding tiny bowls of lemons, a bigger bowl for a certain capybara to drink from, and... a sippy cup.

Amy stared in disbelief, not only at the bro's dexterity, but at how many bloody glasses he was holding. Was their group really that big...!?

Quickly the man set down the trays on neighboring tables and began sliding glasses down to each member, with just perfect enough velocity that they would stop on their own just inches before reaching their respective consumer. Even Cid's kicks had enough balance to them that Kapi's drinking bowl was sent underneath the table without knocking over a single drop. Amy continued stare wide-eyed with perplexed eyebrows. Surely this man was not related to Don in the least bit.

Then, finally - he reached for the remaining cup and handed it off to Trixie. Who refused it, defiant with her arms crossed and cheeks puffed. "Hey! I don't need a sippy cup!"

"Sorry sis," he said, eyes shifting away from the group. His perfect streak was about to be shattered. "One of the other sises told me to make sure I bring one along..."

Immediately the prankster whipped her expression at Amy, who merely winked back with an impish grin crawling on her face. Trixie spoke again, fish-faced, lips barely moving. "No. I don't. Want. A sippy cup."

"Ah. Um. I'll - I'll be sure to bring you back a regular glass." Beads of sweat began to trickle down Cid's neck. Not good, not good. Please, no more complaints, please, oh gods, no more complaints. "But, um, in, in the meantime - could I get you bros and sis's anything else to drink, any appetizers...?"

Like the others Amy glossed over the menu sitting before her at the table, eyes flicking back and forth between the only two photos in the entire thing. She waited for Cid to take off before finally speaking up. Considering the situation at hand they were to discuss, she opted out of ordering any alcohol this round. Perhaps later.

"So... Josette, was it?" Amy looked towards Don's sister, eying her carefully though not so obviously that she would throw a fit at the scrutiny. "Now that we're all here together with some time to kill, would you mind telling us if... you've heard anything about a—"

The same booming voice from before erupted yet again from inside the kitchen, "CRISPIN! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE, YOU NEWBIE FUCK! THIS MEAL IS SO UNFINISHED THAT EB SPORTS TRIED TO PUBLISH IT!"

A young man sporting a stupid baseball cap had jutted his head out of a kitchen door, gaping at the Pride's table in utmost awe and disbelief. He waved over towards Cid as he departed from their table - "Yo Cid, make sure you share the tips with the rest of us!" - to which Cid gulped, pulling at his shirt's collar as he did his best to ignore the chef's demand. Luckily for him the chef was immediately yanked back into the kitchen and sent back to work, finally returning the restaurant and its customers to peace. At least until the head chef spurred something up again.

Amy's shoulders deflated with a sigh. She had gone back to stirring a lemon inside of her water glass. "Figures."