OOC: Once again, I ended up suffering from RL, sort of. Vampire LARP had an unexpected session, well, expected, but I didn't intend to go, and then was inveigled into it at the last minute. Didn't get in until 1am sunday, knackered. Then today had an extended gym session (20 st 12 down to 16 st 7.5 since January, so it's working!) and Jadeclaw game which I just got back from.<br/><br/>Ptricia had stayed on his shoulder no matter what antics Chris pulled, holding onto the edge of his helmet, and giving further guidance inbetween singing 'Don't stop me now.', loudly enough for her full size and thouroughly enjoying it.<br/><br/>As he jumps off the bike, she jumps off him, flying ahead and unshrinking to land in front of him, to the surprise of a couple of bystanders. She pulls in the wings, spinning to adress them both.<br/><br/>"Reizu, you've ben holding out on me again. I didn't know you'd been trained by a certain blue hedgehog. Yes, this is the place. I admit it doesn't look that much, but it's good."<br/><br/>The place has a fairly small, low key shop front with regular windows, not display ones, and a wooden door at one end. You therefore don't have much of a view of the interior from outside. The sign says 'Crocodile Rock cafe' in unlit neon, but ter's no cutesy crocodile mascot in a chef's cap, or anything like that.<br/><br/>Ptricia adds, "Best put that motorbike back in whatever dimension you got it from, I wouldn't leave it outside. Not that anything's likely to happen, but if it did, I'd be forced to chase down the thief, and eat them, and I don't want to spoil my breakfast."