"Would you- what sort of food are you looking for?"

"I think a burger would do. I'm not really one for live prey when I'm bipedal."

"That's kind of interesting. It doesn't transfer over?"

They walk. Presumably Matt has some idea where they're going.

"Kind of? I mean, usually on a day like today; right before the full moon, I usually go for a rare sort of steak- or any sort of meat, really. And- I have so much energy. If somebody, or an animal, made me angry or something? I, I don't know, I might do- something."

She hmms.

"That's what it's usually like, anyway. I feel different today. More human. So, burger and maybe a milkshake would do really nicely."

"Happy to help."

They arrive a local diner soon enough. They've managed to miss most of the breakfast rush, but there are a few stragglers.

They can sit at the counter, a table, or a booth. Matt looks to Juliet.

Juliet takes the booth.

"I've never been here before. It's cute."

"It's definitely...serviceable. I'm not usually big on the greasier stuff, but the food isn't terrible."

"What's your usual meal of choice? I was raised on Italian food, for obvious reasons."

“I don’t know. I’ll eat anything, I just like to skip heart-attack-on-a-plate.”

There are a few familiar faces at the diner. Erica is there, seated with what must be her parents and brother.

So is Brian, with his brother.

"Oh. Erica is here. Um."

"Did you want to say hi," he says skeptically, looking at her table.

"I mean, I should right? I can't just ignore her."

"It's a small town, you're going to see people you recognize. We can if you want."

She hums in agreement. "I suppose I can't avoid her forever. We can just say hi. I'd really rather it just be us for today."

"Okay."

To Erica's table.

"Erica, hey! Um." She looks at the rest of the table. "I'm Juliet, this is my boyfriend Matt. We just wanted to come over and say hi?"

(Matt does not preen at 'boyfriend', because he's a human boy, but he seems pleased.)

"Hey."

Erica's mother, a stressed-looking blond with glasses and a tidy ponytail, smiles politely at them.

"Hello. Are you two friends of Erica's?"

"She's definitely my friend." She smiles at Erica. "We haven't discussed reciprocation yet," she jokes.

"Say hello, Erica," says Erica's father, a noticeably younger man than his wife.

"Hello, Juliet."

"We should hang out after school on Monday. Talk about stuff."

"Sure. See you then."

Juliet takes her cue.

"It was nice to meet you all. Hopefully I'll see you again soon."