We couldn’t afford the energy in the Chilis

[asoftermeme]

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.





Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. Okay, you have no excuse to be here because Denny's is doing delivery now. This is the age we live in. Denny's delivers. Dear god.

Comments

[immaterialgirl]

[Ava, in contrast, only has a mug and a carafe of coffee in front of her, watching Antonia with fond amusement.] Honestly I had no idea they had so many varieties.

[mimikriya]

And this is without even adding any customizations. [To be honest, it was a little overwhelming. If it weren't so satisfying to spend Valentina's money on unnecessary things... and anyway, whatever she doesn't eat, the super soldiers will inhale when they get back. They were very useful that way.] Americans are very attached to having nearly endless options.

[immaterialgirl]

I think it's to drive interest and marketing, and set themselves apart from the competition by showing they have something 'special' and unique to offer.

But. I bet the plain ones are the best. [a sip at her coffee. she'll gladly help with a few bites here or there, but she's happy to allow Antonia to explore all the options at her own pace.]

[mimikriya]

Is any of this very special or unique? It doesn't seem like it really is. All the breakfast themed restaurants seems to advertise similar dishes.

[But that is a very interesting bet, and she goes first for the waffles with just butter and syrup on them. It's good to have a control, anyway. Before she actually pops the bite in her mouth:] Why do you say that?

[immaterialgirl]

A few of them are on the limited time seasonal menu? To create the illusion that it is. Like you have to try it now or it's gone forever. Psychological sort of tactic.

... [she frowns and considers the rationale behind her own opinion.] Well, all the other stuff the pile on top is just to drive up the price. The waffles themselves are the main thing, right. Not like they're selling a pile of strawberries and whipped cream without the waffle.

[mimikriya]

Ridiculous.

Hmm. I see your point. I bet you some people would just buy a pile of strawberries and whipped cream, though.

[immaterialgirl]

We're here, aren't we? [so for whatever reason, it worked.]

Probably. But then I can just buy those at the store for cheaper.

[mimikriya]

At best, that's only half because of their advertising or menu items.

That's true. But the super soldiers would get to them first or someone would use them for some sex thing so they would be gone very quickly.

[immaterialgirl]

Well, when it comes to competitive marketing, any edge counts.

... [a small choke on her coffee, she covers her mouth] Sex thing? With strawberries?

[mimikriya]

It sounds like our marketing people have been cornering you too often.

Mostly the whipped cream, probably. But chocolate covered strawberries are supposed to be an aphrodisiac - no one makes it clear if it is the chocolate part or the strawberry part that is supposed to make people horny.

[immaterialgirl]

They're trying really hard to figure out how to make more consumer friendly.
Now they're suggesting a haircut.

[hand still covering her mouth, glancing around a bit because they're in a restaurant. and Antonia is saying those things.

she gestures to the strawberry covered waffles] Well. Go on, then. Try those ones and see if it works.

[mimikriya]

You do not need to be more consumer friendly, consumers need to be less stupid.
Do you want a haircut?

[If you want her to stop, Ava, you should really react less cutely.]

That would not be an accurate test.

[immaterialgirl]

I just like to think that any fans I have aren't blindly throwing their money at corporations just because they slapped my face on something.
Maybe. It's getting rather long, but I don't like making appointments.

Why, because I'm interfering with the results with my presence? That's a known problem in scientific study. Especially quantum physics. Perhaps if I vanish?

[mimikriya]

Well, I am not blindly throwing, I am carefully handing. Does that help?
You don't like making appointments or you don't like having appointments?

Vanishing would not help. I want you all the time. If I can see you only affects how much.

[immaterialgirl]

Think it's better to support indie artists than whatever comes back to lining Valentina's pockets, is all.

And both. Having to make them, and then actually having to attend them.

[she slowly takes another sip of her coffee, and then runs the toe of her boot up and down Antonia's leg from beneath the table.]

[mimikriya]

I'll use Valentina's money to order from an indie artist and pay them double whenever I order from them, and I'll make sure I do two of those orders whenever I buy commercial. How's that?

You could outsource half of it.

[She sits forward slightly, focus in her expression sharpening with a little extra spark, and this she does lower her voice for, at least a little.] Should I take that as a warning that you're going to start misbehaving, kitten?

[immaterialgirl]

Love the commitment of giving back to the community.

Oh? I can't get you to go get a haircut in my place? [a grin, because obviously that's not how that works.]

I'd never do such a thing, not in front of these innocent waffles~ [props her elbows right on the table.]

[mimikriya]

Love the chance to take from Valentina, too.

I would pick a very market unfriendly haircut.

Yes, you would, because you're very naughty that way. I bet you'd consider doing all sorts of dirty things, or letting me do all sort of dirty things to you, in front of these innocent waffles. [She digs the spoon into the much discussed strawberry & whipped cream waffles, holds it towards Ava.] Taste them. See if they actually taste innocent.

[immaterialgirl]

Funny how often those go hand in hand.

[and she wonders what a market unfriendly haircut would be, and if Antonia means for herself or for Ava.]

No, not in this is a fine dining establishment... [and that doesn't prevent her from leaning across the table, lips parted, licking at the underside of the spoon quite suggestively as its eased toward her mouth, before wrapping her mouth fully around the bite of strawberry. and making a lewd little moan.]

[mimikriya]

Funny and lucky.

[Antonia meant for herself, primarily, but she wouldn't be telling Ava to get a haircut at all either, so technically the answer may be both.

But truthfully, it has flown from her mind entirely as soon as Ava starts putting on that little show.]

That's not a problem. Fine dining would be exactly what I had in mind.

[immaterialgirl]

Oh? [a secretive lil smirk as she notices a few people glancing their way, running her foot up and down Antonia's leg from underneath the table. whatever, she's not going to be so bothered by onlookers when it's only Antonia's attention she cares about.]

[mimikriya]

Yes. [they just join the stares Antonia is used to ignoring, whenever she's out and not wearing the mask. or when she's out and is wearing the mask. basically all the time. it's never been easier than when she's with Ava, pulling her focus like a lighthouse on the coast. she drops a hand below the table to catch Ava's ankle in her hand the next time it comes up.] A treat that beats anything on this table, without need of fruit toppings or whipped cream or syrup.

[immaterialgirl]

[her ankle caught, she wiggles it bit like a fish on the line before accepting her so tragic fate. curious what Antonia has planned for it.] Oh, you could have it right here on this table if you wanted.

[mimikriya]

[Oh, it's not a big plan. Her list of ideas far outpaces what she thinks she could actually manage here and now, but she can at least have a hand on Ava, even if it is only rubbing Ava's calf after setting her foot in her lap.]

That's tempting. That really is very tempting. But I would have to go around and pluck out the eyeballs of everybody else in here, and that would take so long.

[immaterialgirl]

Could probably scare them all off quite easily. Or. [a little shiver, her foot gets nice and cozy in Antonia's lap.]

I can also be invisible, you know.