15042/Burger Blonde

Burger Blonde
Date of Scene:	30 May 2023
Location:	Batburger
Synopsis:	It's a thing.
Cast of Characters:	Meggan Puceanu, M'gann M'orzz

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Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Even superheroes need food. Lunch is a thing.

Meggan also has to consider the dining options for a mite not much older than three, at least looking like she's three, despite having the vocabulary of a fifteen year old. That little princess is currently corralled by her father, and possibly half of the Otherworld. In the meantime, Meg has to concern herself with the obvious: feeding herself last. First.

"Hmm." Why are all the kids wearing bat crowns and bat masks? It's Gotham, of course they are. Standing in line is something of a hopeless task but she pokes at one of the screens that promptly blurts out "Unavailable!" to the Ivy Salad. And the Cat Fries. And the ImpossiBat Burger.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
It isn't often that M'gann goes fast food. It is even less often that she goes for superhero-themed decor. After all, she's a superhero, supposedly. If M'gann wanted superhero decor, she wouldn't bother leaving her room.

Yet, it is a rare occurrence when the need for sustenance fuses with the desire to see grown adults dressed as Justice League members hand out masks to wannabe Bat-kids. And...it happens to have coincided at that particular moment. M'gann was hungry. Hey, it happens.

There might have been a hidden desire to get a bat crown or mask, too. Maybe.

Touchscreen order systems are all the rage these days. Certainly cuts down on customer interaction. But really...out of Ivy Salads again? It is worse than those other chains with the ice cream machines. Unfortunately for the staff, M'gann was not one to give up just at a screen prompt. A quick turn and a completely innocent question to one of the staff. "No more salads again? There really isn't any back there at all?"

Not that M'gann is going to make a big fuss...but she really would have liked the salad. Besides, never hurts to ask!

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Fast food doesn't make for a nourishing meal, at least with so many other options. Ramen restaurant, sushi restaurant, Thai place, curry joint. Gotham is spoiled for choice. But sometimes, you just really need a tasty salad with batarang-shaped croutons. A girl wants to toss croutons into the wicked romaine! Who will deny her?

The lunch rush, that seems to be the case. Meggan's efforts to prod at the screen have failed, so a line it is. She'll just have to brave a Batburgerite shilling out something to eat, and she's certainly in a good enough mood when inching upwards.

Until someone else does. Saved by the--

--young lady met by her lighthouse and elsewhere, a very happy young woman who has also seen Meggan turn partly into an octopus for reasons that involve, well, fighting bad things.

"Oh, yes! You don't have any to make? I'm happy to wait."

Cue the teenager sighing, looking at his 20-something manager who happens to be dressed like Nightwing. Just not a current costume, because copyright issues. "Uhhhh.... let me check the walk-in."

The cashier says, "He won't be back," after Nightwing sloughs off to go check his phone or something.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Oh...the power of two! M'gann hears another voice join in her crusade for lunch-time roughage and chimes in. "Oh, please? I would be happy to wait as well."

It is then than M'gann turns...and sees the familiar face of Meggan, very nearly her name-twin (that pesky double G). "Oh, hello!" A classic greeting from Megan-with-one-G. She turns to the cashier, all smiles and expectations, which said expectations transfer to the manager. Oh, surely he will be of help!

Yet, Megan didn't need the cashier to confirm that this particular Nightwing is a pale imitation of the original. Despite her self-imposed rule to not peek in minds, it is pretty obvious that the manager has no intention of looking. The instant dejection and the shoulders slouching, almost before the cashier speaks, is enough to tell that M'gann knows that the quest for salad has been derailed by apathy and phone apps.

"He's right. The manager is currently watching WayneTube on his phone. Guessing some silly challenge video or something." Except, it isn't a guess. M'gann knows. "And I really wanted that, too. I am going to have to figure out what else now."

With that, M'gann steps off to the side, letting the next person up.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Who wouldn't want some tasty fast food roughage, rather than getting a bowl of their own stuff tossed together? Alas, economies of scale actually make salads here cheaper than the shops. Gotham is nothing if not expensive.

In all of late spring's sparkle, Meggan stands out with that golden-blonde mane and a bright smile matching M'gann's own. See, the two of them can increase the request by a magnitude. No one is bound to be overly resistant to the two-pronged approach, surely?

But yes, hope is lost. It fizzles out when the manager goes to lurk out of reach, only within the arms of wifi or reasonably good cell service. It's not unexpected, sadly. The shuffle of diners behind them presses in and the empath sighs. "I suppose this is one way of telling me to get a right proper bite somewhere else. Why is half the stock /out/ of stock, anyhow?"

Batcashier shrinks further behind his till, and it's not as if Meggan blamed him, but.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
It is soooo tempting right now to place a little thought in the manager's mind. One little thought, chastising for his inherit lack of enthusiasm. There are people wanting salads! And Martians, but that is besides the point!

Instead, M'gann lets him and the situation go with a light sigh. With a turn towards Meggan, the redhead reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair aside. "It would make perfect sense that the one time I decide to stop here would be the time they be out of everything I actually wanted." A light laugh is given, as she turns back towards the cashier. "Oh, it's not your fault. You're quite alright."

Not his fault for what? The manager being a putz? There isn't more explanation given.

Without losing any bit of that chipper attitude, M'gann turns to Meggan. "Would you like to find someplace else? I know a few places close by...even if it means taking you to the Roost and seeing if Robin remembered to stock the pantry again."

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
The manager deserves it but he's too busy getting indulged watching people try to lick an extremely sour gel 'candy' popularized in the Phillippines. Meanwhile, the crowd grows as they want to eat, tables barely taken up, the few orders made at a counter the result of an unhealthy public transit system.

"I thought this was a good idea, but I can see it wasn't. Call it a curse," she utters dramatically, her hands clasped together. "Except it's not because who would ever curse you not to get a salad? It was a nice try. There used to be a smoothie cafe around the corner, maybe they have something worth your while? I can't think of salad places around here, but I'll go with anything you might suggest. How are you? I should've asked first!"

Smack her upside the head on that. "Ooh, a /real/ Robin!"