The lobby area was just as crowded as it had been when Joel was chasing him around the restaurant. The reminder of their previous foolish behavior made Sonny's cheeks burn, he really hoped no one would remember him, but he seriously doubted his wish would be granted. Ignoring his shame, he pushed his way to the front so that he could hand the buzzer, currently lighting up and vibrating against his palm, to the waiter. This time, a skinny red headed boy with freckles scattered about his face was standing at the podium.

Taking the buzzer from him, the waiter smiled that smile you knew he had been faking all day. "Booth or a table?"

Before Sonny could answer, the Mau5 squeaked up behind him. "Booth."

"Please." the goblin asked, holding aback a glare at his best friend.

The waiter just nodded and started walking off, motioning for them to follow. As they followed him through the restaurant, Sonny ducked his head low, attempting to hide behind his long hair. He couldn't tell if people were actually staring at him or if he was just imagining the whispers in his ears. The walk of shame finally stopped when they reached a booth long enough to accommodate all 5 of them comfortably. Sonny sat first, eager to be seated away from wandering eyes, Owsla scooting in close behind, and Joel following her. Jamie and Natasha crawled in across him accordingly.

The waiter then began the usual mantra. "Hi, my name is Joseph and I'll be your server today..." blah blah blah in the customary fashion. Sonny tried to appear like he was listening but in reality, he was already pouring over the menu excitedly. The Tex-Mex commonly sold in the southern state would never measure up the real taste of Mexican his mom cooked in the kitchen, but you'd never hear him say it was bad food. After telling Joseph he'd stick with water to drink, he saw the fajita plate on the menu and started salivating. He could get a fajita plate for two and share it with Joel- wait no. Fuck that. He didn't feel like being nice to Joel right now.

"I'm sorry, is there a problem?"

The goblin looked up to the source of the hostility. Natasha was staring sternly at the waiter who in turn was fiddling nervously under her gaze.

Joseph snapped to attention. "i'm sorry, what?" a nervous smile filling his features.

"Is there a problem?" Natasha repeated.

The blonde beside her frowned. "Rose wha-"

"He's been blatantly staring at us since we sat down," the red-head explained. "If there's a problem, you might as well just tell us" she told the waiter.

Joseph the poor waiter, shifted nervously, a blush rising to his cheeks at being called out on it. "I-I apologize," he stammered. "It's just one of your party members is in serious violation of dress code" There was an awkward pause as the gang blinked up at him, trying to digest his words. "I-I mean," Joseph continued uncomfortably. "I don't want to kick you out b-but rules are rules."

The gang stared at Joseph for a long moment, still trying to understand what he was getting at. None of them had dressed up in anything unusual that morning so who was he talking about? Slowly they followed his gaze one by one to Owsla who was starring intensely at the menu, lost in her own world. It was then she looked up with a doe like expression.

"...what?"

Immediate understanding dawned on all of them. Everyone had been in such a rush this morning, no one had bothered to make sure Owsla was properly clothed... which meant she was still had the clothes on from yesterday... which also meant what was once a floor length dress on her as a child was little more than a long shirt on her now.

Catching the numerous stares falling upon her, Owsla blushed. "D-did I do something wrong?" she asked, looking afraid.

Seeing this, Sonny instinctively wrapped her into a hug. "No, no it's not your fault sweetie, you did nothing wrong."

Natasha squared her jaw. "We'll take care of it by the time you get back." she told Joseph, effectively closing the topic of discussion.

The waiter nodded and finished getting their drinks ordered before he hurriedly scurried away. When he was gone, Natasha scooted out of the booth.

"Where are you going?" Jamie asked her girlfriend, confused as to why she was leaving.

"I have costumes from filming in my car, I'm sure I've got something she can wear." the red head replied, beginning to walk away.

"Nattie wait! I'll go with you!" Owsla offered, starting to get up from her seat.

"No!" Jamie shouted immediately, then continued when she realized every one was looking at her. "Uuuuh... you probably shouldn't be walking around in that attire."

Natasha nodded in agreement. "She's right, I'll be right back." and with that, the red-head left.

The cheery atmosphere seemed to leave with her as she trotted away. All that remained was the tense air between Sonny and Joel, not that Owsla noticed.

"Mom!" she tapped at the menu excitedly. "What is that?"

Sonny leaned over Owsla's menu to see it better. "That's a picture of tacos."

"Tacos?"

The goblin nodded. "They're really good. You take a taco shell right?" at Owsla's confused expression he took a step back in his explanation. "Okay so like, taco shells are these tortilla chip pockets made to put stuff in."

"What's a tortilla chip?"

"Well... they're... uhh..." Luckily Sonny was saved when a waiter came with the salsa and chips and he grabbed one excitedly. "This is a tortilla chip. So like this, but pocket shaped! And then you take some taco meat-"

Bucky drowned out Sonny's words with her own thoughts, her leg bouncing impatiently under the table. The fight with her girlfriend that morning had gotten her thinking. What exactly had Owsla done to Natasha last night? She had already theorized that Rose's memory was affected, seeing how she didn't remember the incident at all, but quizzing Nat earlier hadn't produced results. Jamie smirked to herself thinking back to making out with her girlfriend against her car. Correction- if had produced stunning results, just not the sort of results she was looking for.

Sonny was trying to explain what tortillas where ("edible round flag things that are really floppy") when Natasha returned, carrying a large black bag. It was a costume bag to be exact, commonly used by dancers and other performers to easily transport the numerous costumes they needed for performances. "I found something that should work temporarily," she said. "Come on Owsla, I'll take you to the bathroom so you can get changed."

At the word 'bathroom' Jamie's head shot up. Natasha and Owsla. In the bathroom. Alone. Again? Not on her watch. As Joel slipped out of the booth so Owsla could get out, Jamie scooted out also. "I'll do it." she volunteered.

The entire table (with the exception of the blue cinnamon roll of course) looked at the blonde shocked.

"You sure?" her girlfriend asked.

Jamie nodded. "Yeah I'm sure," she said, taking the bag from Natasha's hand and Owsla's with the other. 'Damn right I'm sure! Like hell I'm going to let you two be alone in the bathroom of all places!' "Besides, you haven't had a chance to look at the menu and I'm sure the waiter will be back soon." she excused.

"True." Natasha admitted.

"Well are you going or not? Don't just stand there all day." Joel folded his arms annoyed. Behind him, Sonny not-so-secretly huffed. Luckily Joel chose not to comment.

"If you're sure..." Natasha finally relented, sliding back into the booth.

"Be right back." and with that, the blonde and blue teenager were gone.

Now it was Natasha's turn to sit alone across from the quarreling best friends who were looking everywhere but at each other. 'Now I know how Phishie and Karmina felt' Natasha lamented, thinking back to the earlier days of her friendship with Bucky. Their friendship turned relationship hadn't always been so smooth sailing. In fact, their path to best friends had been riddled with trials and tears from too many misunderstandings. Often times to the point where Nat had often found herself sitting next to Jamie at the lunch table with Phish and Auroa, both refusing to talk to each other. Thinking of Joel and Sonny much like herself and Jamie she laughed to herself.

"What?" Joel asked, looking bothered.

Natasha just shook her head, figuring it best not to divulge her thoughts. "It's nothing."

"I'm thinking of just getting like a huge fajita plate for Owsla, Jamie, and I, anyone want to make it four?" Sonny expected negative answers but he figured he might as well ask.

"Sure." Joel said, throwing down his menu.

Natasha opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by the arrival of Joseph who had brought their drinks. Pulling out his pen and notepad he looked at the three of them expectantly. "What can I get you?"

"Just a huge thing of fajitas for the four of us," Sonny replied. "And you Natasha?"

"I... uuuhh... I'll be fine with chips and salsa." She trailed off uncomfortably.

This prompted Sonny to roll his eyes. "I'm buying Nat, just get whatever you want."

"I can pay for myself, I'm just not hungry!" The red head quipped.

Now most of us would jump at the chance for a rich, hot, and famous artist to pay for their meal and not worry about the tab, but not Natasha. Her insecurities about being a burden on others just wouldn't allow it. In many ways, it embarrassed her.

"Bucky's right, your pride gets annoying sometimes."

"W-what?" Natasha sputtered, surprised.

"If she's being difficult, just order some Fajitas, she loves those." It was that moment Jamie returned, sliding into the booth as Natasha simultaneously scooted over to make room.

"Traitor." She muttered halfheartedly.

Sonny just shook his head at the two of them. "Fajitas for 5 then." He told the waiter.

Joseph just nodded and walked away.

Now that he was gone, the group was able to refocus their attention to a certain alien who had also come back from the bathroom. Instead of an indecent night shirt, the young teen was now clad in a very... interesting costume, catching numerous stares through out the restaurant.

"Natasha..." Sonny said slowly as he chewed his bite of salsa and chips. "What's that?"

Natasha looked up to see Owsla in the full outfit, her jaw slowly dropping. The costume she was wearing was lime green, navy, and white cyber punk, a short sleeve button up and tie and slouchy navy pants but you couldn't see them over the bright white lab coat she was wearing. The costume was complete with a stethoscope around her neck and a very interesting headpiece. A huge, green, emo-looking bunny head to be exact, topped off with a blue tongue sticking out of its mouth.

Immediately the red head began panicking. "OH MY GOD! Take the bunny head off!" she instructed, turning to hiss at her girlfriend. "I didn't mean for her to wear the entire costume! Just the pants to cover her ass and maybe the shoes!"

"Well you didn't tell me that!" Jamie defended herself, surprised Natasha was freaking out so much. "How am I supposed to know?"

Of course no one understood why Natasha was panicking because no one knew where the costume had was from. And those who didn't know, didn't need to know. The problem wasn't that the costume looked indecent, it was that where it had come from was, and having it all put together it was very recognizable. Their ignorance though was fairly obvious when Joel spoke up.

"...that's a really interesting Mau5 head you got there." he said, making an extreme 'kay' face.

Natasha buried her head in her hands. "It's not a Mau5 head, it's a bunny head... from an anime" which was true... just not all of the truth.

Owsla took off the offending head piece, looking crestfallen. "Did I do something wrong again?"

Sonny shook his head. "No honey, just- Joel, let me out," Sonny awkwardly climbed over Joel out of the booth making the Mau5 grunt in discomfort. "Let me help..." taking the bunny head from her, he placed it back in the costume bag along with the lab coat and stethoscope. This left her in only the cyber-punk outfit which admittedly, looked good on her.

"Natasha, give me your keys, I'll go put this back in your trunk." Joel suddenly offered, taking the costume bag.

"Oh, uh, thanks." Natasha fished her keys from her back pocket and tossed them at him. Joel, catching the flying metal with ease, took the costume bag and left. Owsla and Sonny slid back into their seats.

"Sooo..." Sonny started, dipping another chip into the communal salsa. "Exactly why do you have a green bunny costume in your car?"

Natasha stopped mid-chew and swallowed nervously, clearing her throat. "Well...um," It wasn't exactly a green bunny costume but she wasn't about to correct him, less she had to tell him what it really was. Just how was she going to put this? "Phish and I went to A-con last weekend and that's actually her cosplay outfit."

Sonny looked the outfit up and down. "This is cosplay?"

Natasha nodded. "Mmmhmm"

It was Jamie's turn to quiz next. "What character? I don't remember hearing about this anime."

Natasha smiled nervously, feeling like she was slowly being backed into a corner. "You wouldn't have. He's from an esoteric... kinda? Different... genre." She rambled, trying not to lie, but quickly running out of options.

"What genre?"

"Err... romance."

Jamie's eyes went just a little wide, having a sneaking suspicion as to where this was going and why Natasha was avoiding the questions. She knew exactly just what kind of 'romance' Natasha was into which could only mean bad things. But she didn't ask further about the origin of the costume, only quietly pulling out her phone as Joel came back to the table.

Sitting down, he looked at Natasha with a weird expression on his face. "Out of all the junk in your car, you chose that costume?"

"It was either that or the french maid costume." Natasha said, nonchalantly taking a sip of her tea. "I figured the bunny costume would be a little more appropriate."

Jamie's head shot straight up. "You have a french maid costume?"

"Y-yes." Natasha admitted. It was in her car right now so she really couldn't lie about it.

"Hey Mom?" Owsla looked at her mother curiously. "What's a french maid costume?"

Sonny was quick to cover Owsla's ears. "There are somethings in life precious cinnamon rolls don't need to know about. This is one of them."

The alien frowned uncertainly, still able to hear everything that was being said, even with her ears covered. "Okay?"

"Why?" was Joel's question.

Natasha shook her head, embarrassed. "Don't ask."

"Can I see you wearing it?" an incredulous look on Jamie's features.

"W-what!" Nat flushed. "No!"

"That was a serious question."

"That was a serious answer!"

"No, really."

"No, really, no!"

Luckily their bickering was interrupted by the arrival of food. Joseph and his pretty co-worker Sarah stood with trays of food. And to starving eyes they had the aura of angels... or maybe that was just the aroma of food. The blue alien watched as plates of sizzling food were placed in front of her, the overwhelming scent of something edible so close by was a psychological torture she didn't understand. An unmistakable growl rising from her stomach made her jump.

Natasha laughed, breaking the tense air for a moment. "Sounds like you're starving."

"It does?" Owsla asked curiously.

Sonny laughed as well, taking a tortilla and loading it up with fixings. "That sound is your stomach asking for food." he explained.

Owsla frowned. "Well it could at least ask nicely."

The gang laughed at that and Sonny handed her a fajita nervously. "Here little dude, try this."

"Mom I'm not that little." she said grumpily, as the tortilla wrapped goodness was passed into her hands.

"Careful, okay?" Sonny steadied his breath as he let go of the fajita. Now was the moment of truth. Owsla was either going to eat this and get sick and die, or be just fine... fear for his daughter was making his hands shake nervously. "Now, I realize we're all a little scared at this point but I think we'll all be fine if we just-" the goblin stopped his outer monologue as he caught a suspicious movement out of the corner of his eyes. "Owsla?"

The little alien looked up at him curiously. "Yes?"

Sonny stared back, frightened. "Did you just swallow that!?"

"Yes?"

Sonny's hand reached for his forehead. "Oh my god."

Realizing his oncoming panic, Jamie quickly reacted. "Sonny calm down, you just said we'll be fine."

"I know but now it's actually happening!"

"Dude, calm the fuck down, nothings going to happen." Joel rolled his eyes, very helpfully.

"I don't wanna hear that from you." Sonny snapped.

Natasha sent a nervous glance between them at the open hostility. "There's nothing we can do now so we should all just calm down and accept the outcome... whatever it may be."

Sonny tried to steady his breathing but there was still a nervous shake in his words. "Yeah, okay... you're right, Owsla, do you-?"

"Hm?" Owsla looked at her mom expectantly, the last of a tortilla disappearing behind berry colored lips.

"Did you just finish that fajita?"

"No, I already ate that. I just finished my second tortilla."

And that's when the gang noticed a mysterious number of tortillas missing.

Flabbergasted, Sonny placed his hand on her head. "Is your stomach upset? Feverish?"

"No..."

"Nauseous? Dizzy? Bloated?"

Owsla blushed. "I'm fine mom."

"Sweating? Fatigue? Diarrhea?"

"MOM!" Owsla exclaimed, pushing Sonny's hand away, abashed at his questioning. "I'm fine!"

"Well she certainly eats like a teenager." Natasha observed. "Look away for two seconds and she's already eaten everything."

"Hmm, I think she gets that from Sonny," Jamie said, sending the goblin a pointed look. "Always eating my pizza rolls when I'm not looking."

"Wha- hey!"

"No, I think that's just a trait of most older brothers who wish to be extra annoying." Natasha lamented, thinking of Theodore.

"True."

"I'm not annoying..." Sonny pouted.

"Keep telling yourself that."

Ignoring his meanie of a sister, Sonny turned back to Owsla. "Are you sure you don't feel sick?"

"Positive Mom. " Owsla reassured him, wolfing down another tortilla. She found that she really enjoyed the taste of the tortillas.

Sonny watched worriedly for a long second before sighing in relief. "Tell me immediately if you start feeling sick."

"I will."

Finally accepting the fact that Owsla was not dying at the moment, the goblin refocused his attention to the communal fajita plate. Grabbing a tortilla for himself he stuffed it with beef, peppers, and cheese.

Natasha swallowed the bite in her mouth. "You really do worry too much."

Sonny opened his mouth to reply but quickly closed it when a piece of tortilla fell out, his mouth was too full to answer. Jamie had already beaten him to it however.

"Says the worry-wort of the century! You were so worried about graduation you started crying!"

Natasha looked away embarrassed, remembering the incident. "Shut up."

"That's pretty pathetic." Joel oh so helpfully pointed out.

"No like, she calls me on the phone right? Crying because she has to walk across a stage."

"I was stressed! Besides, I have horrible stage fright, you know that." Natasha pouted.

"It's okay Nat," Sonny reassured. "I cried during my graduation too."

"You never even graduated! You dropped out of high school!"

"Hey! My kindergarten graduation was very emotional!"

Shaking her head, Natasha continued on. "Never mind that, what are you two going to do about getting Owsla some clothes?"

Sonny stopped chewing for a moment. "Wut?" the sound muffled by the mashed meat in his mouth.

"Clothes? Owsla was dress coded just thirty minutes ago, she's going to need some proper clothing unless you want her walking around in this cyber-punk forever."

"Oh!" Jamie exclaimed in recognition. "You mean the yaoi costume of sin you put her in?" Apparently Jamie had found it on Google.

Natasha went wide-eyed at her girlfriend as Sonny glanced at Joel curiously, he hadn't even thought about it. Meanwhile he missed Natasha mouthing "OMFG I SWEAR IF YOU TELL HIM WHAT THAT IS I WILL FUCKING SHANK YOU!" to her girlfriend in the most loving way of course.

Catching Sonny's curious glances, Joel shrugged. "This doesn't involve me."

SMACK!

Secretly reaching behind Owsla, Sonny smacked the back of the Mau5's head, ignoring Joel's 'WTF?' stare in response.

"Ok, you're right, she needs clothes... but like... I'm a dude sooo..." he looked between Jamie and Natasha expectantly.

Natasha's face quickly fell. "What! Nu uh, shopping causes me anxiety." she said, shaking her hands in a definite 'no'. She followed Sonny's gaze to Jamie.

The blonde shook her head at the both of them. "I'd just buy ten pairs of sweatpants and be done with it."

Natasha sighed. "Four adults between the 5 of us and none of us can do a simple adult thing!"

"Three actually," Jamie corrected her. "You're technically still a minor."

"And Joel's being an asshole, so two." Sonny added.

Jamie grinned. "On second thought, one, because you're the 7 year old man child."

"Hey!"

"Who are you calling?" Jamie asked, noticing Natasha's phone out.

Natasha put her cell phone to her ear. "Karmina."