Jango was playing with a paper napkin when Kairi entered and he waved her over. "Don't worry about it," he said, returning her smile. "I ordered two specials. Frankie's menu is kind of short and the specials are usually the best bet but I can ask her to make you something else if you want. I think it's mushroom burgers today. Best if I ask though. She's not big on people changing their orders either," he explained, unable to help himself from smiling at the quirky nature of Flanigan's temperamental owner. Maybe she WAS a sea witch. Why else would everyone like her so much even though she was a total dick most of the time.<br/><br/>One of the servers named Max approached with two mushroom burgers, placing one before each of them. "Um," he began nervously. He was a teenager, a younger Malie who Frankie had employed as extra help for the summer. He looked up to Jango. "Frankie told me to say 'here's your damn specials. I did NOT spit in yours.' And she said I should look at you when I said it." He stared wide eyed at Jango for a moment, obviously quite frightened by Frankie and eager to do everything she said. "And, uh," he blushed deeply as he looked at Kairi, "Frankie said to tell you yours is on the house and to come back if you want to ditch, uh, Scrawny Boy and have some fun." He quickly hurried away while Jango was nearly driven to tears with laughter.