>"So, Are you gunna start her off where you did with me? Cuz iunno if this one can handle it, what with you shooting stuff everywhere."
>"I can handle it!" Honey says bravely.
>Marisa frowns. "Geez, Naz, give me
some credit here." Her expression gives way to a grin. "'side, you heard the girl."
>"What, No ketchup?"
>Marisa slides the bottle of ketchup on the table towards you. "Knock yourself out."
>"Much obliged."
>Pilfer the odd fry as we work our through that cheeseburger.
>She just chuckles and pops in another fry.
>You set to work on lunch. You burger is as good as it looks - thick and substantial and juicy. The cheese is undistinguished cheddar, but that does little to hurt the overall effect. You snag a fry from time to time, although you find the contents of that plate vanish alarmingly quickly - Marisa's frame belies her appetite. You've been forced to assume that her magic and boundless enthusiasm burn through energy like nobody's business. You pass the meal with small talk between yourself and Marisa, and the occasional remark from Honey. The latter finishes her sundae before either of you are done, flopping back against the booth with a contented sigh, but soon enough you find yourself on the late bite.
>"Well, that hit the spot," Marisa says, having already polished off the last of her own meal. "Got places to run to, though, so I probably ought to head off soon."
>"I don't have to race you again, do I?" Honey says, frowning.
>"Not after you just ate half your weight in ice cream, anyhow. I'm not gonna be
that rough with ya."
>"Yay..."
