Mhenlo, Vidaar, and Silas entered the food court as well, the wolf still carrying the bandage he took from Haley like a trophy.<br/><br/>"Silas, go return that to the nice mummy-lady," Vidaar chided.<br/><br/>Silas whined a bit, but he walked over to Haley and dropped the bandage at her (invisible) foot, looking up with those big puppy-dog eyes, begging to be forgiven. Vidaar and Mhenlo, meanwhile, went over to the one Chinese restaurant in the entire place where Vidaar got sweet and sour chicken, and Mhenlo got General Tso's chicken.<br/><br/>The (white) guy at the cash register rung up their orders and said, "We would rearry rike to thank you for eating our dericious food!  Have a rovery day!"<br/><br/>"Racist," Mhenlo mumbled, taking his food over to an empty table.  Vidaar moved to join him, setting his food down on the other side of the table and taking a seat.<br/><br/>"Well," Vidaar said, "minus the robo-bank almost killing us, some royal guy getting naked and fighting some demon guy, and the racist cashier, this seems kind of romantic, right?"<br/><br/>"Why would you make like we're on a date?" asked Mhenlo.<br/><br/>"No reason," Vidaar replied, trying to mask the emotions in his voice.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, I suppose that answers</span>that<span style="font-style: italic">question</span>. "Forget I said anything."<br/><br/>They both sat in silence as they ate their meals, Vidaar keeping his gaze down and away from Mhenlo, and Mhenlo looking inquisitively at Vidaar, trying to figure out why he'd said that.