*Abby nods and walks to the kitchen to retrieve their respective drinks.*
*Those present at the restaurant are a wide and varied bunch. Male, female, assorted transformations, different Colors, different
species... there's a fair number of representatives. Examples include
a human female bio-android with yellowish skin who's happily whistling along with the background music; a
Rodian in rough clothing who's enjoying his meal but looks decidedly out of his element; several rough-and-tumble adolescents who have hearts in their eyes as they watch Abby work; someone who could probably be Albert Wesker or a close equivalent... it's a veritable melting pot.*
*It's no different in the arcade, either. Most of those present are either kids or nerds, but there are one or two juvenile Ovalisks among them who are enjoying being able to interact with others without transforming them on accident.*