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

Amy leaned back in her seat as Josette and the others, including the reluctant Estelle, settled on clubbing to investigate. She watched the others speak as she alternated between sipping her water and popping in minced sirloin pieces. While this decision meant opening themselves to the vulnerability, at least they were armed (and guilders, Josette aside). She wouldn't admit to it, but Thunderhawk was right; what other choice do they have with scouting out the missing persons? All things considered, Amy wasn't happy about the sudden jump to self-baiting, but there wasn't much else they could do. At least if they stuck together as Xandra suggested, things should roll smoothly... hopefully.

She took another sip of water.

That would also mean finding something for Trixie and perhaps some of the others to do in the meantime to help with the scouting, as Selan had briefly mentioned - though Don already had that covered with his caping suggestion. The cleric glared in his direction, though her reaction went completely unnoticed. Just mentioning "superheroes" is enough to open Pandora's Box - otherwise called Trixie's delusions.

However Trixie remained in her seat, jittering with excitement but not attempting to break things the way Don had. Her ice cream cone nearly flew out of her grasp as she giggled to herself, but she restrained enough control (surprisingly) to keep it in her clutches. "Superheroes! And capes, and and masks?! I'm so [i]down[/i] for that!"

Suddenly that loud chef causing all the ruckus in the kitchen popped up right next to their table, causing Amy to nearly choke on her drink. The restaurant was much too flooded with surprises, aside from all the screaming and cursing - and this guy being related to Moira just added onto that. And they [i]hugged.[/i] Amy was... most definitely not used to seeing this kind of affection from Moira - or expecting it from someone of Gordon's temper.

Still clearing her throat, she lifted her water glass to him, a sign of gratitude. "Great stuff. Need more people like you to get work done."

But of course she didn't expect the man's calmness to last long. Cautiously, knowing she'd regret this, Amy eyed Trixie through her peripherals. Unsurprisingly she sniffed at her lasagna just inches away from the plate the entire time, completely ignoring Gordon's appearance. And probably everything else that was discussed at the table except Don's mention of superheroes. She was probably able to hear that trigger word from a mile away.

Once again Amy's eyes narrowed, ready to shoot the prankster with darts at any given moment. "Trix," she hissed, "what did I say about doing that in public."

"What, I've never seen this before. It's so [i]cheesy[/i] and [i]gooey!"[/i] Trixie licked her lips. "Mmm! It does smell kinda funny though. Oh! I know what it needs."

Then she plopped her ice cream cone right down on it. In the center of the lasagna. The ice cream cone. In her lasagna. The melting ice cream still inside began to seep into her dish.

Amy just stared at her companion, dumbfounded. Too dumbfounded enough to work up a yell, which perhaps did the restaurant well considering it was already flooded enough with Gordon's screams - when he was back in the kitchen at least, anyway. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

Trixie suddenly gasped and clasped the sides of her head with her hands, realizing the monstrosity she had just created with her meal. "I don't know, it was a good idea in my head!"