There's a bunch of teas, coffees and pastries made in the cafe itself, and they also have a menu with food from some nearby ghost kitchens, with the food being delivered to the cafe and eaten on site. There's pizza, thai, indian, really a near-endless variety for Meadow to enjoy.

She'll have a black coffee, and... probably a pizza? What pizza options are there?

Also, she's beginning to realize she might need to add yet another person to the list of people she needs to remember to pay back. She did not think that far ahead. But it's not like not eating is an option, so.

She can get a black coffee, and a pizza! In terms of pizzas, there's pepperoni, multiple cheese, with and without pineapple, extra spicy... and it keeps going on. It looks like people are using their phones to pay. So... Meadow is in a rather awkward spot, what with not having a phone from this world. She's not sure how the debt would work, here.

She has, at this point, caught onto the fact that a surprising number of people here are just totally okay with her paying them back later. Though this does mean she'll need to explain her situation. Yay.

Is sausage an option? She'll do that if it's there, and otherwise pepperoni.

She inhales deeply.

"Hey. Uh. My phone... isn't working... and I don't have access to basic income yet, and I haven't eaten in like a day. Would it be possible to just, pay you back, once I have... figured any of that out?"

Sausage pizza is, in fact one of the options! The barista smiles gently as she listens to Meadow. "Yes, miss. Nobody should have to go hungry just because they've bumped into some technical issues. I'll keep a tab for you, to be repaid once you get access to your basic income. Now, what do you want to have?"

"Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll have a black coffee and a sausage pizza."

"Let me just tap away on my phone, and have the pizza here in no time!" She taps a few times, before walking over to a machine that prepares a black coffee at lightning speed, walking back to give it to Meadow. She can see that there's a robot rolling around, with multiple shelves carrying food around and dishes back towards the barista.

She is going to sit down and take a big sip of the coffee under the assumption that no one would ever serve a customer a drink so hot that this would be especially unpleasant. How bad does this go?

Well, it's just a tiny bit hotter than Meadow would ideally want; she should probably let it cool off a bit more. The good news is that the coffee is... fantastic. Rich, complex, all the compliments you can think of. And it gives her a rush of energy; it seems to have something that makes the caffeine work even better.

She would be very glad that didn't go even worse, if she knew how coffee is often served on Earth. Which she doesn't. As is, she's mildly annoyed.

The taste and rush of energy are appreciated, but she was sort of expecting just a basic uninteresting coffee and is now mildly concerned about what drugs she's on, if it seems to not just be caffeine. But she doesn't actually decide to ask.

After 25 or so minutes of waiting, the sausage pizza rolls over on the waiter-robot, carried on the top shelf. She can easily take it off on its plate and place it in front of her. The pizza is also quite great, too. It's almost hot enough to burn her mouth, but not quite.

She would've liked to have Precisely The Brand Of Pizza She's Used To, but this pizza is good enough that she doesn't mind too much.

Are there easily accessible containers for leftovers? She will (with some difficulty convincing herself) try to save some if that is possible.

The barista can give her a bag to store some in, if that is what Meadow wishes to do.

Is she up for actually asking for something, if there aren't just bags sitting around for her to grab? The food is making her feel a bit better, and the coffee doesn't hurt. She can probably manage it.

She bags whatever amount of pizza she didn't eat, thanks the barista once again, and makes her way back to her apartment.

This particular outing did not actually leave her feeling exhausted and overwhelmed or anything. She's always had at least like fifty-fifty odds of having a good time when she leaves her apartment, plus or minus that tightening in her chest. This fact has never been enough to actually make her stop being scared of going outside—and even if that part of the problem were resolved, she'd probably still have motivational problems about it.

So she actually has the energy to confront the fact that she does not particularly have an Internet to ameliorate her boredom, while she sits around her apartment.

And also probably that's the easiest way to make a bank account. Which she needs to do.

Meadow really really dislikes adding items to her todo list. She always procrastinates them and it makes her feel terrible. But she does actually need to have a way to communicate with institutions.

This train of thought is what leads to her actually collapsing in bed. She does not want to deal with any of that.

Turns out she can actually sit around panicking and doing nothing else for several hours, if she doesn't have any way to access the Internet. She moves around the room a few times, lays on the floor, probably punches her bed.

Meadow's parents were somewhat below average, but "do not bring your socially anxious child to a social event while you think they're too young to have a phone and then give them nothing to do" is not a piece of advice that it is easy to ignore, in Eifwen. So she has not, actually, ever ended up having to hide in a room with literally nothing to do. It's not the worst thing she's had to put up with, but it isn't fun.

Eventually she reheats some more of the pizza and eats it. Part of her says she should space it out more, to avoid having to go get more food, but... well, the food seems really appealing, and she lets that part of her win because actually she's not going to be any better off if she's able to procrastinate leaving the apartment for longer.

She finds that she is invigorated by the pizza enough to actually spend some time trying to plan out a strategy for dealing with any of her problems. She has, at this point, had the thought "I should remember, when I am feeling terrible, that food might help" enough times that she has moved on to mostly just feeling kinda pathetic about how she hasn't managed to do it by now.

Anyways. The getting a phone thing. She has to do that. She is probably not going to end up feeling more up for leaving the apartment than she does right now, given that she no longer has any food, so she should probably go do that.

She should probably go do that...

But what if, instead, she did it first thing in the morning? First thing in the morning Meadow is sometimes able to do things.

Oh no. She's having that chain of thought again. In the abstract, she knows it's nonsense and that's never actually a good idea. But it feels true enough that she cannot actually get herself to ignore it. She never learned the critical skill of actually, on the emotional level, rejecting thoughts that say she should put things off.

There is a lower-level technique that she occasionally manages to implement successfully. Let's compromise. We can put off leaving the house until tomorrow, but... only if we go take a bath, now?

Okay maybe that was a stretch. She manages to take a shower, though, which is pretty good for her actually. And then she climbs into bed.

It's a warm, fluffy, thick, and soothing blanket that weights her down as she sleeps.

"Get a weighted blanket" was one of the things she had procrastinated long enough that she just gave up on it. It's really nice, actually.

When she wakes up, she stares at her phone for a while (once again finding absolutely nothing worth doing on it) before getting out of bed... and then starts feeling very ticked off at her past self for making her go deal with things. Actually her past self handled things unusually well but she's mad anyways.