“Then it will be one Winner City pizza, three dark-matter shakes, an Abyssalis tea, one Megafleet special and a side of Bluehorn ribs,” the waitress, dressed in the outfit of the fabled Red Star Pirate Queen, wrote down the orders. “Anything else?”
“That’s all, thanks!” Luca returned the stacked menus to the woman, and she left the five customers alone in their glowing yellow table. Luca turned to Barry. “Think the Bluehorn ribs here are as good as the real deal?”
“Wow, you had Bluehorn ribs?” Gummybear’s little irises glimmered under the colorful arcade lights.
Sarah chuckled. “That’s how it all started, kiddo! Of course I wasn’t invited to that barbecue…”
“Only because you weren’t part of the gang yet!” Luca pointed out.
“I did help you kill the Bluehorn, though,” Sarah said.
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