"Ooooh, what kind of restaurant?"

"It was called like the Six-Gun Saloon or some wild west like that. They had a steak served on top of enchiladas."

"Yummmmmmmm."

"Hey, Katie, what do you think of checking out the armory here after dinner? You could see if any weapon really calls to you."

"Sure, yeah, but like, they've probably got a bigger one in Seattle, and if I decide there's a weapon there I like more then I assume I'll have to go through the trouble of sending the old one back."

"Sending it back will be no trouble, getting magic items shuffled around the country is exactly what our front organizations are for. And it's worth checking out the armory in every base, each magic item is unique."

"Is there some Worth the Candle shit going on with crafting them?"

"Huh, I don't think any of us have read that! What's the deal with magic stuff there?"

"In the setting, magic items are created by people with crafting skills randomly going into a trance and creating them, and no one really knows how the process works so you can't mass-produce them."

"It's not exactly that but, like, making them is more an art than a science? A lot of them come from the gods themselves and those that don't are from daughters of Vulcan and Athena with special divine blessings."

"Ugh, I know I should be grateful for the money and shit but I hate not having cool powers."

"Navigating the Labyrinth is a cool power!"

"Yeah, being a walking GPS is totally just as cool as mind control or crafting magic swords."

"It's rarer! And thus more financially valuable, the one true measure of value!"

"Yeah, and being a Wall Street investor or whatever is more financially valuable than writing homoerotic poetry or whatever else you guys consider High Art."

"Shruggie dot txt."

"How does that even work, though? Like, will I just spontaneously remember the entire layout of the Labyrinth as soon as I go inside?"