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"So let me get this straight, your name is Allen the Alien?" sitting across from Superman was a large framed orange skin, single eyed, alien that was just about his height, give or take an inch or two.
"I don't call myself that, my name is just Allen. I mean 'The Alien' sounds pretty redundant don't you think? I mean, I come from space, duh I'm an alien." Superman chuckled about that, completely understanding Allen. He still remembered when he had shown up they called him the Flying Man of Metropolis.
"I'm just surprised no one clued you in on the fact this was Earth and not Urath." Allen rolled his eye at the mention of his mistake. He wasn't trying to chide him or anything, he just wanted to make sure everything was cleared up, hopefully even walk away having made a friend in the process "I was certain Omni-man would have told you about it if you spoke to him."
Allen rubbed the back of his head at the mention of Omni-man.
"He's not a much of a talker. Certainly never used his break to take me out to lunch, thanks by the way." Superman nodded with a smile, one returned by Allen
"Been all over the world, gotta say this place has the best apple-pie you've ever had." Not as good as his Ma's, but he decided to cut himself off at that point.
Allen shrugged with little care.
"Wouldn't know, never had Apple or Pie let alone together. But free food is free food. Although... " He brought a hand up to his face, leaning in on his chair till towards Superman "You sure its okay for me to be here? I mean those kids behind me have been raising their little squares for the last fifteen minutes. Dunno how often you have Unopan's visiting, but I'm sorta feeling like a caged up Leonine."
"I don't know that is, but Leo... hmm... a type of cat?" With only a seconds delay Allen snorted, stifling his laughter by bring his hand to his mouth.
"Ah man, you're so lucky there aren't any Leonine to hear that." Superman rolled his eyes, as Allan lurched over, holding his gut while trying to contain his chuckle.
"Alright, alright, I get it, don't be so hard on me Mr. Urath." Leaning back triumphantly with his own proud smile, Allen's laughter stopped as he gave a tired look at Superman.
"You're just going to keep bring that up, aren't you?" Superman responded by reaching for his cup of joe, taking a long sip and raising it towards Allen.
"Stones and glass houses Allen, stones and glass houses." right as he reached the peak of his smugness, the waitress placed down two plates, and two forks. She didn't seem to mind the presence of the big orange alien in her, then again he was an alien himself so maybe the whole thing was just whatever to her.
"So, this is apple pie?" Allen said, picking up the fork and poking the triangle shaped pastry "Its not alive is it?"
"Would it be a bad thing if it was?" asked Superman as he picked up his own fork to take slice out of the very tip of the pie.
"I mean fresher is better, what am I a savage?"
"Just eat the pie Allen."
Taking a practically dainty piece from off the side, Allen gave it a quick smell before he placed it into his mouth.
It wasn't a moment later that Superman heard the shifting fluids of his stomach and moved with impossible speed onto one of the stools off from the left of them.
Allens vomit had covered the entire row, which thankfully included no people.
"So..." Superman said, placing another piece of pie in his mouth "Didn't like it?"
Cleaning a line of vomit from his chin, Allen gave him a disbelieving look.
Well, it was the thought that counted in the end anyways.