"So Emmet, I've been thinking of getting another streak in my hair." Lucy and Emmet were talking, or rather, Lucy talked and Emmet never removed himself from his straw.

"Mmm?" He made an interested noise.

"Yeah, I've been really hung up on "Official Safety Orange"."

"Mrmr." Emmet made a flattered noise, and then his phone went off. As soon as he looked at it he removed his lips from the straw and began to get out of the booth. "Well, that's my bedtime alarm. That means I've got to get home, I've got work tomorrow." Lucy downed the rest of the drink and slid out after him.

"That means me too, you comin' Benny?"

The astronaut shook his head. "Nah, I can just fly home, I'm not ready to go yet."

"See you two later!" Emmet waved at Benny and Bad, then pointed at the cop. "And hey, don't be a stranger. You should hang out with us!"

Lucy turned to wave bye as well. "See ya Benny." And with that, the couple was gone.

"So I guess I'm stuck with you." Bad spoke, then thought a moment. "What did you mean by 'fly home'?"

Benny laughed. "Hey man, you know! This isn't a costume, it's a uniform." He spoke of his spacesuit with pride, straightening up and floating slightly to show it off. Before Bad could bring up that it was illegal to fly a spaceship within city limits, he noticed Benny's shake was untouched, the astronaut even still had his glass visor on. Bad was puzzled for a moment, then he felt like slapping himself in the face for not noticing sooner.

He knew Benny was a monster. He also knew that not every monster had the privilege of being able to appear human.

Bad Cop took a long drink of his coffee, watching Benny sink back to his seat. Before the astronaut could say anything, Bad raised his hand to cover his eyes. "All right, get on with it then." He said.

"On with what?" Benny asked, chuckling in amused confusion.

"Drinking your shake. Whatever it is you have to do to drink it, just do it, I'm not looking." There was silence for a time as Benny considered this, and then there was the clicking of latches being opened, followed by a hiss of air. After some fumbling around, there was a strange sucking sound, like a cross between mud claiming a shoe and something being vacuum sealed.

After a minute or so of the noise, Benny spoke. "Woo! That hit the spot!" He cheered before putting his helmet back on and clicking in the latches. He laughed again when he noticed Bad's hand still covering his eyes. "Coast's clear, you can open up now."

Bad dropped his hand away and inspected Benny's glass. He was a bit shocked to see it was clean; completely so. Benny took notice.

"Impressed? I always took it to heart when Mom said 'clean your plate'. The same rule extends to cups." Bad rolled his eyes (which was made pointless by his aviators) and shook his head, bemused. Benny spoke again in a more sincere tone than his usual giggles. "Thanks for that, really."

"It's no trouble." Bad responded, not including his painful familiarity with the same dilemma. Benny said nothing for a while, prompting Bad to worry he'd done something wrong. 'You're doing fine!' Good assured him internally, which did help a bit. Benny had begun stroking his helmet contemplatively; after a time of this he raised his arms up and covered his glass visor.

"Ok, your turn!" Benny cheered, startling Bad. "Here, I'm returning the favor." Bad considered this a moment, then arched his head around to make it easier for Good. Benny couldn't hear much, just, small cheers and little "mmm"s, definitely not Bad's voice.

"I'm done, arms down." When Benny complied he was startled to see the glass completely clean, not a drop of the dairy treat could be seen.

"Man, do you have a sponge hidden somewhere? That thing's sparkling!" Benny laughed again, he did that often.

"I could be asking you the same question." Bad retorted with a nod to Benny's clean glass.

"Okay, that's fair." He replied, still chuckling. Once his laughs died down he seemed restless, looking around the room and drumming his thick, gloved fingers on the table. After a long minute of this silence he turned his attention back to Bad. "Hey, you want to get out of here?"

If Bad had been drinking his coffee when Benny asked that, the poor astronaut would be in the market for a new spacesuit. Once he felt less flustered, he responded eloquently. "Hrm?"

"I don't know much about how cops have fun, but I like to leave town and stargaze."