"I checked it last night before I went to bed... silently wishing the thirteen fifty had the decimal place moved two spots to the right." She shrugged. "Guess I got my wish." She opened the statement and scrolled around. "Oh... should have seen that coming... see? Eleven eighty six and fourty two cents deposited one PM today by - wait for it - Perfect Cosplay LLC." She looked at her phone. "Man, they even have my bank account information..." She closed her phone. "Sam... what kind of demon contract did I sign? Am I gonna have my soul ripped out of my chest and stuffed into gem? I DON'T WANNA BE A MAGICAL GIRL!"<br/><br/>They'd given him a new body. They've given<em>her</em>a new life. They've given her money, a new ride, a new<em>family</em>and a whole new life in every definition of the term. What was the limit to their power and... prehapse more importantly... what was the<em>source</em>of it? All these questions were pushed aside as they entered the restaruant. It was the kind of place where all the regulars knew your name.<br/><br/>"Ruby! Hey!" Came a middle-aged female voice from behind the counter, a tall black-haired woman vigorously rubbing her hair. "How are you today?"<br/><br/>"I'm awesome, Mrs. Belladonna. We was hungry, and Yang was confungry." The black-haired woman laughed.<br/><br/>"Well, if that's the case, I'll have Adam start making your sister's favorite." She smiled. "Oh, Blake! You've got table nine!"<br/><br/>"Yes mother!" A younger voice came from the back. Yang, Sam and Ruby took a seat and waited. From the back trotted out a young girl - nineteen maybe - with jet black hair and bright amber eyes. Even though Max had never seen this girl before in his life... Yang seemed to recognize her. Her name was Blake Belladonna (http://orig05.deviantart.net/cca8/f/2014/069/c/1/blake_belladonna_sprite_by_fearbronze-d79pjfc.png), the daughter of Adam and Mistrel Belladonna, the owners of the restaurant. "Oh! Ruby! Yang! Hello!" She blushed a little. "You came back. I take it mom's already on your stack of pancakes, Yang."<br/><br/>"Your mother knows me too well."<br/><br/>"Who's your friend?" Blake asked. "I haven't seen you in here before."<br/><br/>"Friend from across town." Yang spurted out instantly. "Staying with some of his family while he's down." It was the best she had.<br/><br/>"Oh! Neat! So, Yang, what are your weekend plans? Oh wait... don't tell me... still preparing for that convention?" Yang smiled nervously.<br/><br/>"W-well, you know me..." She flashed Sam the look of 'hurry up and order so I can stop being so awkward.'