<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>Socializing<br/><hr/>“Not always,” Brett replied to Poppy’s question. “By the way, the police don’t make the law. They enforce it.”<br/><br/>He didn’t want to start talking government. It would ruin dinner. “It’s not a potion. It’s a drink with lots of sugar.”<br/><br/>After sampling it, Poppy seemed to go ecstatic. Brett was leisurely sipping more from his can, when he paused with it against his lips upon seeing Sashiko’s annoyed look. His blue eyes rolled over to the fairy, watching her seconds from exploding with energy. Lowering the can, he frowned and grumbled, “How was I supposed to know?”<br/><br/>When it was Sashiko’s turn to try the soda, he flinched in surprise when she hissed back at the can. “It does that because it’s releasing gas,” he informed. She didn’t like it. It wasn’t for everyone. His eyes flicked over to Poppy as he thought, even if she did like it, he was going to regulate what she drinks. He couldn’t trust her with sugar.<br/><br/>“We have coffee here, and no, I can’t agree. Unless the coffee from your realm is weak, the coffee here is much stronger.”<br/><br/>“Soda hasn’t caused anywhere near as much crime as alcohol.”<br/><br/>“It’s going to be a while until we get our food. Poppy has told me some things—about how you guys got here and about the other Dragon Slayers…” Brett stared thoughtfully at the tabletop. He tried not to darken the mood with talk about dragons, the war, and their lost home and friends—<em>tried</em>. “I uh…I told Poppy that before you two arrived, Earth was pretty boring. There’s no magic or dragons here. You guys are a fairytale told in stories. Wars are waged between nations and terrorists. There could be a war right now and you won’t really be affected by it. All you do is…” He held up a finger. “Get an education…” then another finger, “and then you get a job. If you got those two things, you work until you can’t no more, storing away money so that when you’re too old to work you can retire. You have to work to make your life interesting. There are some people who dream of having powers like yours, and they may not be the right people.”<br/><br/>He glanced up thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I think our world was fine not having a superman, but seeing as the dragons are here, I’m glad you guys are here to get rid of them.”<br/><br/>He smiled and raised his can in cheers to them.<br/><br/>“If you guys wind up sticking around for some time, we’re gonna need to talk about finding you two jobs.”