It had happened before, and of course it had to happen again. Walking to the restaurant in the first place had been a piece of cake: it was getting back that was the problem. After paying the check (with THEIR cash. Of course.), the demon blade courteously let the lady take the last cab waiting, condemning them to a walk through Death City's darkened streets. Once the taillights had disappeared, Ragnarok had decided to do so as well, leaving a semi-inebriated Crona (obviously, seeing as they share the same blood) to stumble their own way back to the dungeons.
Brilliant.
