When we last left our heroes, Hanzo, now known as Yellow Chef, was busy filling orders in the restaurant; while Cloud, Dante, Tracer, and Amy were dealing with one of Lex Luthor's giant mechsuits several blocks away from said restaurant; Master Chief was busy clearing out civilians and miscellaneous drones; and Yang and Tifa were busy enjoying their date.

Let's check in on them, shall we?

Let's start with Master Chief.

"Chief to Team CADT. Chief to Team CADT. What's your status?- I have civilians almost clear. A couple Mavericks are making things harder though. Should we call Mega Man or Zero?"

"First off, I never agreed to that team name-"

"I like it."

"Of course you would, Cloud." Dante snarked, "The first letter being yours implies that you're the leader. Man, we've been doing those four-person team things so often that we've adopted the theme naming from Yang's world…"

"Well, hers usually references a color. Not sure if 'cadet' is a color or not, but still."

"Whatever. The battle is so far out of the way that most people at that restaurant aren't bothered."

"We're lucky enough that we led it to a junkyard." Tracer said, "Lex's suit is over ten meters tall, and my attacks aren't doing anything!"

"Okay, see, This is why I main Reindhardt in that game of yours." Amy said.

"No. You main Rein because he has a hammer."

"CAN WE FOCUS!" Cloud shouted as he prepared his attack, "Sorry to cut this meeting short, Lex. But you're not going anywhere!"

The two lovebirds were about halfway finished with their meal as they were talking and sharing stories.

"And then he said 'sorry to cut this meeting short.'" Tifa giggled.

"Oh my god, that is so lame!" Yang guffawed, as she put her glass down, "How does he think that that's a good line?"

"I don't know." Tifa replied, stirring the glass around with her straw.

"Hey…"

"What?"

"It's just… we've been talking a lot about me and your friends a lot. But you hardly talk about yourself. I mean, I know a lot about you, but, you hardly ever talk about yourself."

"Well, the remake's going through development hell as of right now, so, there's that."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Eh, it's not like I'm going to make it into anything else. My game and maybe a few fan crossovers are probably what I'm going to be known for. Cloud got to be in Smash. I'm pretty sure that gave him more fame than anyone."

Yang sighed, "Yeah, I have that fear too. I might fade into obscurity. It's something we're all afraid of. What's going to be our legacy?"

"At least you're part of an animated series that's going on for a long time."

"And after that?' Yang asked, "I'm not like Spider-Man, I won't just be passed on to a new writer."

"But you might be like Vegeta. You'll be remembered for who you are." Tifa offered, "With how my luck's been going…"

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself.' Yang comforted, "Sure, your adventures might have ended, but there's always some to be made around here."

Tifa looked at her drink, "Damn you and your ability to brighten up my mood."

"Hey, I'm not called the sun dragon for nothing." Yang offered, "Now, think there'll be enough room for dessert?"

Tifa chuckled, "Let's finish up here first."

"Hanzo! Table seven just ordered the Salisbury Steak with a side of steamed vegetables!"

"Send that order to Harold. I'm busy with table sixteen and their Carbonara!" The ninja replied.

"Don't send it to me!" The man named Harold cried, "I'm still working on table four's order of Chicken Marsala! What kind of restaurant is this?- We don't specialize in anything!"

"You're telling me.' Another chef replied, "I just finished making the Tonkatsu for table eleven. I didn't even know we had the ingredients for Tonkatsu!"

"Wait, that was for table eleven?- Crap! I gave it to table one! Maybe they won't notice…"

"They noticed." A server said as she walked in covered in the stuff, "On the bright side, company policy says if a customer is rude to the point that they throw food at the server, they charge an automatic twenty unet tip."

"What does that translate to in american dollars?"

"… Twenty dollars." The server replied, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my court-ordered mandatory break."

"You can take it in a few minutes Alice." Harold said, "Take this Marsala to table eleven."

"Ugh! Fine!" Alice groaned, "Are you sure that it's for table four?"

"Hey, that was John that messed up which order went where. Not me." Harold shot, "Besides, I have to work on some Goulash."

"That'll be 94.45 unets. Do you wish to split the check?"

"Eh, sure. Why not? Rock-Paper-Scissors for who pays the extra point-oh-one?"

Let's just even it out on the tip. It'll be easier."

"So…" Yang trailed off.

"So?" Tifa asked.

"Should we tell them that we knew they were spying on us, or should we just mess with them?"

"Mess with them. Definitely."

Everyone managed to get back safe, albeit with a couple injuries. Apparently, Hanzo had opted to power through several broken ribs to make sure that the kitchen had managed to get through the lunch rush unscathed.

Hey, he's had worse.

Cloud was waiting to get his Senzu Bean to fix up his broken arm when he saw Yang and Tifa walking in-

"When did that happen?"

Cloud was referring to the hand-holding that the two brawlers were doing.

"Oh this?- a while ago."

"Yeah, like… half a year ago."

"Well, that's neat- Waitaminute! Half a Year ago?" Cloud asked.

"Yeah." Yang admitted, "We would have said something sooner, but Tifa hadn't gotten over her shyness completely then."

"One thing at a time, Yang."

"So what was that point of that bet then?" Cloud asked, wincing as he remembered that his arm was broken.

"To get our money back for lunch. You owe us a hundred twenty unets."

"A HUNDRED TWENTY UNETS!?" Cloud was ignoring his arm, "How- Why?"

"Well, you factor in the tax, the tip, and the fact that we also got dessert…" Yang trailed off.

"There's an innuendo that Bayonetta would love."

"… And you get that much."

Cloud twitched a bit, "You know inflation means that I have to pay more gil for those unets, right?"

"Oh!" Tifa feigned, "I forgot. Sorry Cloud…"

"You're not actually sorry."

"No, she isn't." Yang said as she nuzzled her girlfriend's hair.

"This day can't get much worse…"

"Hey Cloud… I think your arm's getting infected."

"SON OF A-!"

Wade: So, what prompted you to establish Tifang as canon to your story?

X: I got bored. Also, I wanted to have an excuse to write Tifang fluff.

Pinkie: … Well, that's a good enough an explanation for me.

Wade: Can you do me and Spidey next?

X: I mean… I personally prefer Spidey and Johnny, but I'll take a look into it.

Wade: It's all I ask.

X: Also, I also personally ship you with Cable more than I do Spidey, so that kinda also puts a dent in things.

Wade: Then wait until Cable shows up to ship me with him. I'm pretty flexible in who I'm interested in.

X: Pretty sure it's "whom" not "who."

Wade: Like I care. Hey, don't you think that this is a bit self-indulgent?

X: I've got a lot of stuff on my plate, and this was originally made for before the season finale of DEATH BATTLE. Let me have this. Fuck waiting for Blake, I want to write Tifang fluff, and I don't want to wait for Blake to show up to write it.