<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/11/6f/1c116f54d896658e71b2a8d3de107c78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gator-green, solid T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday, 1 April 2050, 8:40PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Golden Peach Chinese, Downtown, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Poppy, Sashiko<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Uncle Brett taking care of Dragon Slayers<br/><hr/>Brett’s brows rose when Poppy walked over and wrapped her arms about one of his. She gave him reassurance along with a passionate squeeze that made his cheeks warm a little. It was the Dragon Slayers’ duty, but he still would feel guilty about getting them in trouble. Poppy started down the stairs even if he was going to stand there, and Sashiko expressed how<em>hangry</em>she was.<br/><br/><em>I guess I have no choice now</em>, he mused. There was no skipping dinner. He didn’t want to know what an angry Dragon Slayer looked like. He sighed and yielded, “All right. Sorry for the delay.”<br/><br/>He turned and started down after Poppy. He wanted to show them both how to buy subway tickets and thought about getting them both a card if they planned to stick around for a while. Brett wasn’t sure how long it would take the Dragon Slayers to find each other. If he already encountered two in one day, then he wondered how many he would encounter tomorrow. The weekend gave him a break from bartending and classes, so he could spend more time with his new roommates.<br/><br/>After purchasing tickets (Brett charged his subway card), they boarded the subway to the Oriental District. There weren’t any Skulls or other shady folks aboard, and the trip had been quick and without drama.<em>Thank goodness</em>, Brett thought as he disembarked.<br/><br/>The Oriental District was lively. There were tourists, teenagers, and shops still running late into the night.<em>I hope the restaurants won’t be too crowded.</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/015/909/787/large/shuai-yvan-1.jpg?1550137613)</div>There were bright lights, pop music, and the smell of greasy, meaty street food permeating the air. The smell was making his stomach tight for food. Brett pulled out his cellphone to begin searching for a restaurant, and while he browsed, he recalled what Poppy had said earlier, “This food is nothing like…”<em>Magic Box…</em>“Magic box food. It’s called a Microwave Poppy.”<br/><br/>“We’ll go to a traditional restaurant. That way, the portion sizes are larger,” he informed. He managed to find one that had a high rating. Jin Tao (Golden Peach) was average priced. It wasn’t too cheap and it promised quality food. The restaurant had a bright, glowing peach above its door surrounded by a faux gold ring. Inside the restaurant was spacious with a stone lazy susan in the center of the table.<br/><br/>“This place had a high rating, so it should be good,” he told the Dragon Slayers, forgetting that they probably wouldn’t understand. Upon entering the restaurant, a waitress greeted them, “Hello! How many?”<br/><br/>“Three,” Brett answered.<br/><br/>She grabbed three menus and waved for them to follow. “Right this way!”<br/><br/>She led them to a smaller table with a stone wheel and waited for them to take their seats before asking, “What can I get you to drink?”<br/><br/>Brett tried not to look annoyed, but he disliked when restaurants did that. He didn’t even get a chance to look at the menu and she was asking him about drinks.<em>Haiya~</em>