The Infamous nodded to his two girls and they walked away from him, to opposite sides of the restaurant, as if on guard. Meanwhile, the evil warlord himself walked into the bar, ignored the giant dragon-amoeba, and headed straight for Levi. He exchanged smirks with Abigail, the new author's ambassador, as he placed his hand on Levi's shoulder.

"Mr. Half-a-Jeans-Company!" chuckled the Irishman as he vigorously but good-humorously shook the fictional author, as if glad to see him. "It's been awhile, mate!"

Levi lowered his head in despair. "Not real, not real, not real..."

"D'ren," Abi said to him, offering him his plate of burritos. 

"Oh, thanks, love," said The Infamous, whose first name was D'ren, and took the proffered plate.

The Infamous sat down on the other side of Levi and started eating. With his mouth full of bean and cheese and sour cream (for whomsoever does not put sour cream on their burritos are not truly human), D'ren turned to Levi and playfully smacked his arm. 

"Oi!" he said, "Did you save the multiverse after I died or what?"

Levi gave him an incredulous look. "You remember that? What...?"

Abi answered for him, "Yeah, the WorldWeaver let him remember everything that ever happened to him before his current age, 28."

"Oh," stated Levi. "So he doesn't know that he turns good soon and helps save people with his nemesis, a hero."

"A hero!?" D'ren spat, throwing his fork down on the bar. "I would never!"

Levi smirked and took a bite of his own burrito. "Yeah, you'll see...[i]mate.[/i]"

Abigail snickered darkly. "The WorldWeaver is a meta master, is he not?"

Levi ignored her. He continued eating. Realizing she was being ignored, Abi scowled and turned to take a bite of her own burrito.

As if to explain, Abi told John, "The WorldWeaver has eaten bean and cheese burritos almost every day for the last ten or so years. So naturally, we love burritos too."