Dizzy beamed, pulling out a seat for Harry as he laughed naturally.  She was a<em>little</em>put-out that she got no response at all for that "Master" crack, maybe it wasn't his thing?  Or maybe he was comfortable in that, and so it lacked impact.  She'd happily pick at that later on, assuming she got the chance.  For a moment,<em>just</em>a moment, she considered sliding under the table to afford the man some further service.<br/><br/>Her voracious teenaged appetite won out.<br/><br/>Dizzy plopped down into the chair she'd set out for herself, kicking her legs out as she rocked back on the rear legs of the chair, hands raised high with a knife and fork in each before she rocked forward.  She liberally<em>poured</em>syrup onto the center of the cakes until they dribbled over the side of the top cake and tumbled down to pool up against the white porcelin of her plate.  She stabbed her fork through each of the layered cakes, lifting out the wedge of fluffy white cake and rolling one edge over the puddle of sweet golden syrup gathered on the center cake before openning her mouth wide and stuffing the whole thing in her mouth.<br/><br/>"Mmn~!" she exclaimed, closing her eyes as she relished the taste, chewing visibly.  After that first bite was swallowed, she attacked the stack more eagerly, the tines of her fork scraping against the plate.  She enjoyed it, that warm feeling of<em>togetherness</em>as everyone sat around the table settled in to share in an experience.  Still, she was<em>aware</em>, her over-the-top display of enjoyment giving her some time to watch how the others topped their own food.  Watching who prefered what kind of sweetness, and how much, mentally calibrating future recipes.<br/><br/>"Oh?" she said, seeming pleasantly surprised as Alejandra mentioned going to the Row, "If you're already heading out that way, that's perfect!  Some friends of mine were planning to head there, so I can link up with them there." a bit of pancake bobbed on the tend of her fork, a light drizzle reaching back towards her plate before she stuffed this new bite back in her mouth.  She chewed a few times and swallowed, "It saves you an Uber fee, at least." she said with a smile.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dizzy's sneakers squeaked against the white tile of the Atlas Mall as she sprinted ahead of Harry and Alejandra, dashing passed music stores, Build-A-Bear shops, jewelry stores, and stuffy business attire store fronts, only to slow when something caught her eyes, turning a bit and walking backwards with her eyes wide as she stared until the older pair caught up to her again.  She lingered in front of a lingerie store, eyes wide as she considered the static white curves of the mannequin torsos, draped in lace, mesh, and straps in shade of white, red, black, and violet.  Much like at the breakfast table, she found herself<em>wondering</em>at the tastes of her hosts.  What would look<em>good</em>on her, what would make their heart race?<br/><br/>She laughed a little bit, looking at her reflection in the glass.  Well, if they bought something for her<em>here</em>they might get arrested.  Still, it didn't hurt to see such things in reality before ordering something online.  She skipped over to the next store, hands tucked behind her back, peering in through the window.  That was a little better, stuff she'd like to wear to the club, daring cuts in dark colors to contrast her skin in the low light, or fabrics that would catch the light and the eye while she was out on the dance floor, mixed in with the occasional bit of shiny leather and polished steel.  There was a bit more<em>deniability</em>there, risque and revealing but in the way that any teenager might seek to defy convention and embrace something risky.<br/><br/>Not that her mother would ever<em>approve</em>, but how long had it been since she'd been around to see what Dizzy was wearing when she went out at night?<br/><br/>"Hmmn?" Dizzy drew out the question, tilting her head to the side as Harry suggested that they play at being family, "What's wrong with Harry just being Harry?  It's a little late to be embarrassed, ya know?" she said innocently, pressing a finger to her lips.  It looked like Alejandra was worried too though, so, she kicked her foot back a bit and tapped the toe of her shoes against the tile, considering the cieling for a moment.<br/><br/>"A cousin is fine." she finally said, tugging at her hair and curling a lock around one finger, as she pointed towards Harry, "My father's, elder brother's son, that should work.  You've got the hair for it, and it's enough steps of seperation that nobody in Emerald City should question it." she paused for a moment.<br/><br/>"Except my mom.  Probably best that we avoid<em>that</em>meeting in general though!" she resolved with a broad smile.  "Your dad's name is Thomas, and you're following in the family business.  Sorry if that sounds a little limp, but it's better to stick with what you know usually." she pointed at Alejandra, "Missus gets to be missus!  She's really good at it already, after all!"<br/><br/>Upon seeing Esther, Dizzy dashed forward, crashing bodily into the dark skinned girl, wrapping her arms around her and bouncing her off of the wall outside the Gamestop.<br/><br/>"Heya Esther!" Dizzy chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she backed up, having absolutely cut her way into the line, ignoring the grumbling of the people behind her.  "Thanks for reminding me about the launch today!" she added, bouncing a little higher to throw a big wave towards Alice who was still on shift up at the Villa Pizza.<br/><br/>Of course, Dizzy had already<em>had</em>a Switch, one of the original revs even; the notion of a portable console having been too good for the constantly moving Dizz to ignore.  Unfortunately, she'd tried bringing it with her while out bouncing around the roof tops of the Riverfront, and while swinging upside down to reach down and high five some eager tourist the thing had slipped out of the carrying case she'd clipped to the side of her meager utility belt.  She'd<em>tried</em>to fix it, of course, but there were so many proprietary components ... and half-way through she'd gotten distracted and<em>kinda</em>turned it into something else.  So, now she needed a new one if she was going to be able to enjoy Terry Bogard making the Smash roster.<br/><br/>The shuffle of feet around her caught her attention a moment before the low pink glow of a hardlight bubble sliding across the ground.  Dizzy stuffed her hands in the pockets of her oversized hoodie, cocking her head slightly to the side as the Brande Management security team muscled their way through.  It was kind of odd to see them making such a big show of force right after the news of Jonathon Grant winning the majority stock of MarsTech.  The higher ups probably felt like someone had cheated them out of their place as the rightful heirs to the city now that the city's outspoken patriarch was gone ... but why take that frustration and drag a bean counter through the mall?<br/><br/>Dizzy's curiosity sank its fangs into the back of her neck, little tingles running up and down her spine as the statuesque woman at the front of the formation moved towards her.  All around her, people were pressing up against the wall, not wanting to touch the force bubble surrounding the uniformly drab paramilitary looking corperate security force.<br/><br/>"It's a public walkway, Buzzcut!" Dizzy shot back, planting her feet and sticking her tongue out at her, "If you can't fit your big fat energy screen through it, maybe you puffed up mall cops should learn to properly outfit a field team!"<br/><br/>Ah, how she wished she had her full rig with her right now!  Instead, in her pocket, she pressed a button to return her phone to the lock screen and drew a symbol not unlike a candle flame onto it, activating bypassing the phone's usual operating system in favor of something custom she'd been working on.  She needed to delay this bunch for a few seconds as she tapped the bottom right corner of her screen.  She was just indulging in a little bit of fishing for the moment, checking to see if anyone in the Brande Management cadre was slack enough to let their phones connect to the local wifi.  The lady upfront looked like a bit of a hardass, she might've locked down those kinds of signals, but Dizzy'd wager that she hadn't checked the accoutant as closely as her own men.  If she could just get a toe hold there she could turn it into an active microphone for her to piggy back onto their little meeting.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hacking Attempt</div><div class="spoiler_body">Whoops, should've used Skill Mastery.  I rolled the dice before double-checking the TN's in the skill description though:<br/>At 2019-09-09 03:18:22, Dizzy Harper (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139224)</div></div>