"Can I get a pop to go with this?"

"Certainly! What kind do you want?"

"Orange soda, please."

Eli pulls a can of orange soda out of the console and places it next to the plate of hot shawarma.

Ishaza picks up the shawarma wrap and takes a big bite out of it. 

"Mmm. S'good." She chews, swallows. Takes another bite and closes her eyes to savour it.

"My wife makes excellent shawarma." Thistle's voice is rich and firm.

"Mmm. She really does! I may have to come back here! Do you mind if I tell my friends about it?"

"Go ahead!"

"It was one of my friends who told me about this place in the first place - dragon girl, cute little horns, name of Tasha?"

"Oh yeah, I know her! She was one of my first customers when we opened."

"She really likes hunting for new food places in town. This one is close to a mutual friend of ours' house, so it's no surprise she found it quickly."

"How can you hunt for anything when the Bowers will just lead you right to what you're looking for?"

"Tasha isn't looking for restaurants, she's looking for adventures that end in restaurants. There's an important difference there."

"Huh. I never considered that you could do that..."

"I take it you didn't spend much time as a berry then."

"No, not actually. A good number of my clients are more experienced than me still."

"Have fun learning. It'll be a while before you catch up and get your second wing."

"I hear the second wing is traditionally awarded at five years of service?"

"More or less. It varies for everyone. And that's all I have to say on the matter."

"Another trust fall?"

"More of a settling in period. Enough time to decide really for sure whether you want to stay." She takes a sip of her orange soda.

"I see..."

"Don't worry about it. Whatever will be, will be."

Thistle sits up and starts putting away the plates of ingredients.

"Oh, thank you dear."