Notes:

I'm back from my trip! Back to daily content as long as I can manage it, yay. Star and Marco continue their McDonalds adventure, with a little bit of angst that quickly disappears from our thankfully distractible Star. I wonder how she'll deal with it later when her problems don't really go away when she sees the next shiny thing?

Also! I'm beginning to follow the advice of reviews and comments from a number of people from this point forwards, specifically relating to dialogue starting a new paragraph whenever there is a new speaker. I'm not sure if this will have a big difference on your enjoyment, but I also think it might help a bit with one reader's wish for more varied paragraph length-tell me what you think!

Chapter 13

"Ughh. You're right. I'm an awful princess." Star slumps against a rail separating one half of the restaurant from the other, waving her empty cup in her hand. "Just like today, I can never get what I'm supposed to do right. If I do remember my lessons, it's always exactly the wrong ones."

I lean against the rail next to her and pat her shoulder, then shrug. A bit of self reflection will be good for her, I don't actually want my city burning to the ground after all. "Hey. Maybe you're a bit of a screw up. But that just means you have to keep trying, and more importantly, it's what lead you here. We wouldn't have the chance to hang out like this if you'd never had to be sent to Earth." Much as my day hasn't been the best, I'd trade massive highs and massive lows for the stagnant boredom of my usual life any day. Fight a demon, lose your hair, fun and despair all nicely paired together. Doesn't change the fact I plan to mourn Rodrigo properly later tonight, but it helps get my head straight with the idea of Star altogether-rainbows and fire, amazingly wonderful but definitely going to get me horribly killed one day. I… like it a little too much.

"Aww. That's so sweet. You're right! I just have to do my best, and listen to my Earth guide. Speaking of which… why are we carrying around empty cups?" Star tilts her head, bright blue eyes clouded with confusion. Perfect timing, she'll be distracted by the drink machine for sure.

I walk us on over towards the machine in question, thinking that after that little detour our food will likely be ready by the time we finish off with the machine. "Behold! A soda dispenser. You just hold your cup against one of these levers, and carbonated sugary deliciousness comes out! This one here is for ice." I quickly demonstrate by filling up my cup with ice and root beer, all the while noticing how wide Star's eyes are.

"It… is it free? How do people not come in and just drink all of it?" I was wondering if she had any real concept of money. I guess she did have some economics lessons sink in during childhood, though I doubt she did much small money purchases as a princess.

"Ah! You see, that's the ingenious part. We buy our -cups-! You can't bring in your own cups or you get in trouble, so you fill up these empty ones we bought." I flick my still lidless paper cup to show my point.

Star just responds with a roll of her eyes. "Is that all?! Anyone could cheat that! Look, look, I can do this super easy." The crazy girl twists her head to the side and slams the side of her face into the various levers used pushed for soda, holding her mouth wide open. Immediately a small river of three different colors and kinds of soft drink pour onto her face. She doesn't seem to care at all, other than a twitching eye from a stream of mountain dew pouring directly onto it.

Lord save me from the shenanigans of this idiot. I take a few moments to allow myself the brief stress relief of a face palm, Star giggling all the while as she glugs perhaps a third of the diet coke heading for her mouth. The rest, of course, just soaking my new exchange student's head and upper body. Once appropriately facepalmed, I yank Star away from the soda fountain by the back of her dress and just glare at her.

She giggles nervously upon seeing my look. "I, uh, guess that's against the rules too?" I give the girl no answer for the moment, as I am too busy grabbing an absolute mountain of paper towels.

"Hold still." I order her, before beginning to wipe her down. I swear that it feels sometimes like I'm already a parent. My mother can be a messy eater as well, and it stresses me the hell out to the point where I used to carry a handkerchief around all the time just for cleaning up any messes on her, though after one particularly grueling summer of training I disabused her of the habit enough that I no longer bother to carry one. Perhaps I should start doing so again.

I find myself thinking how odd her cheek marks are. I thought they were stickers at first, perhaps magical ones considering how they sometimes changed to reflect her emotions, but now that I'm wiping her cheeks I can clearly feel they are just her skin. She looks a bit uncomfortable at the vigorous scrubbing of her face and neck, but one look at my face convinces her that escaping me when I'm in my mothering mode is a terrible idea. I dry off what I can of her hair next, but that will likely be damp and sticky for a while.

For whatever reason, she blushes deeply when I dry off the front of her dress. Maybe the soda had started to stick and felt uncomfortable, I dunno. Ignoring her cherry red cheeks and the fact that she appears to be considering hitting me now instead of being just uncomfortable, I brush my hands off and declare "Passable. The art of cleaning is one not practiced well enough by people. If I had some wet wipes you'd be good as new, but we'll have to be satisfied with adequate."

Star glances towards the floor, muttering "Turnabout's fair play, I guess?" before simply shrugging and letting the tension out of her shoulders with a sigh. I've got no clue what she means by that, but I blame Janna. She glances back towards the soda fountain and stretches out her empty cup this time, bless her soul. She starts by grabbing some ice that quickly goes into her mouth to help chill out the blush on her cheeks. A crunching noise sounding out nearly throws me into a full on return of the rant I had on our first meeting, but I manage to just barely keep it in. Ice is bad for teeth, but not even normal humans usually care.

"C'mon Star, get something. I think we're holding up the line." I look behind me to see a number of impatient people who were rather unamused to be held up by our antics at the soda fountain. Thankfully Star avoids the dilemma of deciding what to choose by filling up her cup with a bit of every single type of soda. Snapping on the plastic caps for both our cups and grabbing a pair of straws goes relatively smoothly after that, after which I lead us to a booth. They're just more comfortable than tables, you know? Even if we only have a couple people.

"This. Is. Amazing." Star is absolutely sucking down her soda, the joys of carbonation or perhaps simply her straw made clear by the sparkling of her eyes. I'm not sure which, I still haven't pinned down the exact technology level of her old dimension, but it seems vaguely medieval. "It's tingly like magic potions, but instead of swamp water and magic it takes like sugar water! Best thing I've tried on Earth yet, hehehe." She snags a seat on one side of the booth and slides up against the wall, then glances up at me curiously when I don't follow her.

"If you think that's good, just wait til you try nuggets with their sweet and sour. Absolutely divine." I kiss my fingers like what I imagine a food gourmet or chef might, then giggle a bit. "I'll be right back, I figure our food is ready by now." A quick run to the counter and back, and our wonderful meal of boxes of nuggets and fries is ready to be served. Naturally, I slide into the other side of the booth across from Star and get ready to dig in. Before I can touch a single bit of food, however, Star holds up a hand with a squint in her eyes.

"Waaaait." I blink, then my new exchange student dips down under the table. I hear several crashes, bangs, and weird curses. Standard stuff for when I don't have my eyes on her. Next thing I know her face pops up between my knees. More than a little awkward to have her that close to my crotch, but the pure oddity of her behavior helps to avoid more than a slight blush on my cheeks. "Oh, whoops! Almost got it, hehe." She disappears back down under the table before popping up right next to me and plopping into the seat with a smug look.

"If you wanted to sit next to me, you could LITERALLY have just stood up and walked around." Her continued refusal to take the easy way to do anything still baffles me. I notice she's also managed to pick up another layer of dirt and grime all over herself, and at least three pieces of chewing gum in her hair. Is it actually impossible for her to stay clean for more than five minutes at a time?

"Life is an adventure Marco! You should try it sometime. Besides, if I hadn't gone over there I wouldn't have found...THIS!" A muscular arm disappears into her huge mass of hair before ripping out a piece of gum I hadn't spotted before. "It's squishy and smells like sugar!" I swear my hand has never snapped out faster than in the moment I realized she was about to toss the old gum into her mouth. Whip crack quick the chewing gum is slapped out onto the floor.

"Star! Oh my god, don't freaking eat things off of the floor! Or the bottom of the table! Or other weird places!" My voice shakes in horror. How had she survived until now? Even now she looks more upset about her stinging fingers and lost treat than the fact she had almost committed suicide by bacteria. I feel the urge to lecture rising sharply in me, and only the threat of our food going cold stops me from doing so. I cut things short with an almost growled "We'll discuss this later. Now eat your lunch, young lady!"