Lev notices but doesn't ask.

Faye also definitely notices and files that away to scream internally about later. Maybe one day? Poor Sasha. "Lev, Sasha, do you have any other opinions between the others or should I just choose something?"

"None of the others looks particularly better or worse than the other options." 

"They all pretty much look useless and mildly unpleasant!"

Okay. Deep breath. "Okay. In that case, let's go with, uh... 'Trauma: A Narrative Therapy Approach'? That seems good to me. As long as you're all available when it meets. And now if everyone's okay with that we can be done with talking about boring things like therapy."

"We could go explore the Good Place and try to learn more about it."

"I'm up for it if Sasha is!"

"Sure." It's better than group therapy, anyway. 

The list of restaurants includes:

--Linguine-Manuel Miranda
--Al Dente on the Western Front
--Penne for Your Thoughts
--The Strudel Is Real
--I Torte I Saw A Puddy-Cat
--So Sue Shi
--Roe Roe Roe Your Boat
--Second to Naan
--A Bird In Your Hand Is Worth Two In Your Mouth

The list of non-restaurant shops includes:
--Your Anticipated Needs
--The Small Fuzzy Animal Depot
--Good Place University

"I was looking at these earlier, but wow, these puns just... do not get better with repeated exposure."

"I like Second to Naan, personally."

"I mean, not all of them are terrible or anything, but like... Linguine-Manuel Miranda? Seriously?

I wonder why the restaurants are all joke names like that and none of the other places are. Maybe it's just because there are more of the restaurants, and if we had five different schools instead of just the one they'd all be like that too?"

"Maybe this place is full of traumatized cooks who like puns?"

"I guess."

"Weirdly specific thing for a place to be full of." 

"Do we want to look at any of the shops?"

"Not at the moment, I don't think, but I'm remembering where," he refuses to use that name, "the pet store is." 

The next place they stumble across is a baby cafe. Inside, there are a variety of toys and half a dozen children playing happily, ranging in age from newborns to four-year-olds. Adults sit sipping tea and chatting. 

He starts walking faster. 

Lev stops to stare at the kids. "Babies!"

Oh no. 

He stops too, turns towards Lev. 

Lev has a hand on the glass and he's watching a young toddler attempt to stack one stacking cup on top of the other stacking cup but fail. He's so happy.

Hello babies! Faye can wave at them but is otherwise vaguely unclear on how to interact with babies and is even more lost when there is glass separating them and she cannot just coo vaguely and hope she's doing it right. She's going to let Lev look at them for a bit but she'll probably suggest moving on to the pet store soon if Sasha doesn't do it.

Yes, thank you Faye, he too is profoundly uncomfortable. 

"Weren't we going to go to the pet store?" 

"I guess the babies will still be here once we've already gone to the pet store," Lev says doubtfully.

(He really wants to swoop up one of the toddlers and kiss her forehead and listen to her giggle.)