I agree to go eat lunch with Zarah at
The Budapest, a local
Hungarian restaurant.
Once we get there, the typical menu has completely changed, as has my dining partner, to Joanna, an early childhood friend!
I have a rambunctious
Maxwell in each hand, but fortunately there happens to be a birdcage nearby our table. I am distressed that the Maxwells are able to
phase through the bars and enter the cage without my opening the doors, but apparently the ability only extends one-way.
The side they passed through looks like a child's crude scribbling.
The food arrives and is all-meat in arrangements hitherto unobserved outside Bernard Kliban's fictional "foods of the world" comic strip.
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