hawkguyy
Uriel breathed a sigh of relief at the acceptance. They were a bit hesitant to reveal the fact that the door of dream-diving went both ways and sometimes were pulled in against their will, and so the fact the group didn't press the subject made things much easier. 

"I do have some money, but I'm a bit cautious to spend what little Swedish currency I have, especially on something like Doordash. It might come in handy in an emergency, after all. But I've always wanted to check out what restaurants dotted the town near us— do either of you recommend any places? " 


They take another sip of their tea. The food was... *Serviceable.* Not bad, but not particularly good either. The best way to deal with the food at Newton's Cradle was to turn off your taste buds and eat for sustenance. 

"But I do see the appeal of Doordash right now. This food isn't particularly enjoyable."

The larger-than-usual bags on Uriel's eyes spoke for themselves on the quality of their sleep. They never had good sleep when forced into other people's dreams— they had spent the whole night running out of sight, attempting to weave a more peaceful resolution to whatever nightmare they had accidentally intruded on. 

In fact, they were *More* Awake when performing their weaving than in the real world. 

Uriel lets out a yawn, and rubs a sleepy eye shut. 

"My sleep was rather eventful, and so I didn't get the chance to rest."
lolmanmclmao
"What? Fifteen bucks to have it delivered right here? Shit, I'd pay that than... I don't know, spend how much money for two taxi trips and spend half an hour outside." She replied as soon as he finished overreacting to the price. "But I mean... If you're willing to go to the city to get food, then go on ahead, I guess?"

Turning her attention (and neck) to Uriel, Margarita shrugged at his question. "I don't know; all I remember seeing were your... Standard fast food; McDonalds, a pizza place, Swedish food; the standard stuff. Nothing too special to be honest."

Back to Silas. "Food isn't that bad, quit that shit, Jesus fucking Christ. You're gonna eat it everyday for the next few months anyways, so you might as well... You know, get used to it, jeez. Wonder how long you'll last in here complaining about the food again and again." She told back, rubbing her eyebrows and stretching her arms up in the air, her limbs extending a third of a metre beyond her jacket's sleeves. "Uhhh... I dunno, bad sleep, I guess? Slept late and woke up early. Jeez, I think I sleep-stretched again, I wole up with my face and hand on the tiles..." She let her arms slink back to their regular lengths, but stayed boneless, her unnaturally bendy and flexible arms waving about behind her seat like weighted rubber noodles.

Rough night, rought mood. She wished it wasn't this way, but oh well.
birch4184
◆ "Yeah, that's just... Pricey as fuck, mate." He rubbed the back of his head, reading annoyance in the way Margie was talking. "Anyways, uh... No recommendations from me. I haven't been into town enough to *Know* What's good and what's dogwater."

□ Letting out a yawn, they kept on following behind their companions, hands in his back pockets. He could feel it from how both his friends were talking that neither had been successful in getting a good night's sleep, and he hoped it wouldn't cause any real problems. For now he kept up with his taller friends, stubby legs scurrying in a feeble attempt to not be left behind.

▪︎ Soon enough they were at the breakfast buffet, or whatever it was called.

◆ "Mate, I'm just saying that I don't like the food. Ain't no need to be pissy about it." He dismissively crooned, grabbing a plate and beginning to pick out and slap some options onto it. "Anyways, you woke up with your face in the tiles? Felt that. Fell out of my bed last night, wasn't particularly fun. Was having a sick ass dream and then *Bam,* Rude awakening. Yeesh."