~Chapter 6~
~The Food Court~

"Alright everyone. I've completed some extensive research and it appears to me that this area of the glass-doored building is a section in which the people of this society buy their meals."

"Shut up, Numair." Groaned Squire Faleron. "It's a food court, okay?"

"Food!" Yelled Neal.

"Umm....Neal..?" Kel threw Neal a quizzical look.

"Day-Quil!" He announced. "The orange junk of our lives!"

"Uh, right." Replied Kel. *Must be the glass doors.* She thought to herself.

"Anyways..." Numair glared at the rest of them. "I believe it's time for lunch."

The party cautiously advanced towards the different stalls. Each shone with numerous arrays of neon lights. "So, who wants to go first?" Dared Numair.

"Oh for the love of Mithros, I'll do it you half-wits." This was Thayet, still struggling to carry her bags of clothes. She flipped her hair off her shoulders and confidently strolled to the nearest stall which bore the label "Wong's Wok". This one looked all right. Ahh...there was a checkout line here. She knew all about those from her GAP experiance. Her confindence boosted by her knowledge of checkoutlines, she stepped behind a tall, blond man who had just begun to order.

"I'll have eight number 2's please." The man said to the clerk. He gestured toward a table full of tattooed bikers. "Make 'em big."

After a minute or two of admiring the light-up signs, it was Thayet's turn to order. She slammed one fist on the counter as the man had done, spat a wad of saliva out of the corner of her mouth as the man had done, and then grunted. "I'll have eight number 2's please. And make 'em big." She then turned and pointed at the bikers as the man ahead of her had done.

"One moment, please." The women at the counter told her. The queen stepped aside.

"Hey, lady!" Thayet whirled around. "You think you're funny?" It was the bikers. She didn't understand.

"What?" She stared at the eight muscular guys who had come up behind her.

"Whoah ho! Now she's playin' dumb boys!" The largest one commented. He seemed to be the leader. "Yeah, look, we know when we're bein' flicked off." Thaye still didn't comprehend this. "YOU WANNA TAKE THIS OUTSIDE?" Hopelessly bewildered, she snatched her eight number 2's and high-tailed it all the way back to the table where her subject waited her.

"Where've you ::chomp chomp:: been?" Numair asked between mouthfulls of taco. "This Taco Bell concoction is great!"

Jon, in the mean time, could be seen scarfing down McDonald's Happy Meals and rinsing every so often with a guzzle of Coke.

"I had a little problem in the checkout line, but the number 2's are here!" She grinned before taking a gaint bite of her seven punds of egg fu yon.