Our Future ; Our Menu! (Boomslang)

Seika clapped and clapped in response to Mister Laspor's announcement. "Yay! Livelihood! What does that mean?" She glanced at Aphelia, who stared back, unamused. Waiting for a response, Seika finally scrunched up her nose in annoyance before sticking out her tongue petulantly.

"Fine! Don't tell me! Meanie cat!" The mage returned her attention to her manager. He seemed to be smoking- wait, didn't they have like, a no smoking policy or something? Seika raised her hand tentatively. "Um, Mister, smoking isn't allowed in the club. There's like, a rule. I don't know where it is, though! BUT you could check with my boss, he knows all the rules!" Beaming at the man, she waited for a response, still eyeing the cigarette with a dubious expression across her face.

Seika wouldn't dream of lying to Mister Laspor! After all, if his um, lively hands were dependent on it, they couldn't let anything bad happen! His hands were really nice, and they had given her a cup of coffee in the past. Therefore, they needed to be protected! "Let's do a good job, everyone, so we don't kill anything!" What were they even going to be talking about, though? Maybe he had said it earlier, but the girl couldn't remember. Oh well, it probably was something that could be figured out along the way! Deciding to just sit down and go along with it for now, the mage was about to do just that when she realized the table was now covered in a ton of food and different drinks.

"Ehh? Wait, since when did those get there?" Seika dashed forwards, sticking her nose right in front of a platter until it was barely half a centimetre off of touching.

Seika: 288 | Total: 519

Yay! Luckily, it seemed like this Mister wouldn't be a hard case when it came to following the rules. That was definitely a relief, because it meant Seika could impress her boss. It definitely wouldn't impress him if she ended up arguing a lot with a customer and having to forcibly make them follow the rules. No no, that wouldn't do at all. Wait, but did he call her a kid? She shrugged it off in favor of returning to smelling the wonderful dishes that were all laid out in her in their extremely appetizing way. Mmm, this one was really good. She could already tell by the scent. It was like, addicting. Maybe if she leaned just a little bit closer, she could get more of it to fit up her nose? No? Ah-

"Hey!" She jumped a little bit when a couple fingers collided with her face, bumping her away from the food. Oh, that kinda felt nice though. Seika blinked up at the man, who was now holding her hand in a very friendly but rather awkward fashion. "Mister, if you're trying to hold my hand, you're supposed to wrap it like, around it. Also, you have to get rid of this fork. It's kind of in the way." she informed him, blinking at the metal utensil that was nestled in her palm. Wait, he had just said her name. Right, Seika, yes, that was her. What was he on about again?

The girl did her best to tune back into the flow of words emerging from his lips, and immediately she felt more confused. Wait, so they may or may not end up on the menu? Wait, what may or may not end up in the menu? Regardless, wasn't it kind of weird that she was supposed to do something related to things possibly ending up somewhere? After all, if there was a chance for it to not end up on the menu, why would Seika tell him it should be on the menu? And vice versa... anyway, while she had been considering this weird confusing concept, she had missed a couple things. Focusing back in, Seika barely managed to hear the word "punches" and then "okay, Eireen," which led her to believe... uh...

"Eireen, which one can I eat first?" If she didn't ask the girl for the okay and the go ahead, she would probably get punched, right? And getting punched hurt. Most of the time. So Seika definitely wanted to avoid that, if at all possible.

Seika: 711 | Total: 1507