[She ends up getting enough for several good meals, on the grounds that he's inhuman and she is a teenager. They can always put the leftovers in the fridge for later.]
[The lady behind the counter seems to recognize Mercy as a regular, although she doesn't seem particularly emotionally invested in the fact. Then again, it's a service industry job and this is the evening shift. At this point, counter lady is probably too tired to give a shit about anything less than something bursting into actual, literal flames.]
[Mercy is polite, and tips well.]
[Opening the takeout containers back at the apartment reveals that she wasn't kidding about an appreciation for actual flavor. Also apparently an appreciation for chicken. She needs the protein for brain fuel.]
[She grabs Logos by the collar with one hand to block his attempt at shoving all three of his heads directly into her styrofoam container of curry rice and picks up a plastic fork with the other. In between bites, she asks:]
no subject
[The lady behind the counter seems to recognize Mercy as a regular, although she doesn't seem particularly emotionally invested in the fact. Then again, it's a service industry job and this is the evening shift. At this point, counter lady is probably too tired to give a shit about anything less than something bursting into actual, literal flames.]
[Mercy is polite, and tips well.]
[Opening the takeout containers back at the apartment reveals that she wasn't kidding about an appreciation for actual flavor. Also apparently an appreciation for chicken. She needs the protein for brain fuel.]
[She grabs Logos by the collar with one hand to block his attempt at shoving all three of his heads directly into her styrofoam container of curry rice and picks up a plastic fork with the other. In between bites, she asks:]
So, what do you think of the city?