Scene #5099: Flyby By and By

Owner	Pose
Pippi	Zisel Holiday, proprieter of the Flyby Burger joint in Brooklyn was getting ready to close up for the night. The patrons had gone home, her cook and counter help had left and the sign was flipped to 'closed'. Not that it stopped her preferred clientelle from coming in for a late night bite. Damn ninjas. The brown-haired woman was keeping one burner going, the music on the radio playing out over an empty dining room. Zisel herself is in just a T-shirt and jeans, elbow deep in cleaning out a fryalator.
Alopex	The potential for a visit was -very high-. After a long series of events in some futuristic, dystopian version of Detroit, something of a reward was surely deserved. As a result, shortly after the sign is turned, there's a tap on the door regardless. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much of an issue..
Pippi	"Come in, Alopex!" the proprieter of the establishment calls out as she dips her head into the oilless vat, pulling something out and then reaching for a hammer. "I've been expecting you!" she follows, straightening up. She has grease smudges all over her arms, but gives a friendly look out towards the front of the place. "Just lock the door behind you, if you would."
Alopex	"Of course," she locks the door a moment later before moving to take a seat nearest the counter. It's very clear she's had a long couple days and seems happy to be around home. She had already left a note for Pippi stating as much, and that she was headed for FlyBy beacuse FOOOOOOOOOOOD. Once she takes her seat, her whole form visibly relaxes, and she promptly folds her arms and just sets her head down. It's not often she shows this much exhaustion but, well, there it is. "I hope your day has not been as long as mine."
Pippi	Which Pippi was struggling with at home, distracted because Christmas had gotten into a bag of catnip and was running all around the place like... well... madcats. "... well." Zisel says, turning and taking a look atthe fox. She blinks a moment, iwpes her hands a bit better, and throws her cloth to the side. She pours a cup of hot water from the boiling spigot, places a teabag in it, and sets the mug of mint tea in front of Alopex. "Nope." she replies softly, and pulls up a chair. "Wanna talk about it?"
Alopex	Tea. Delicious tea! Well, once it's brewed a little. She'll give it a moment. "Imagine Detroit as you know it but far more authoritarian, locked down by police and corporations, with a curfew after dark. A number of us went into the city to try and help. We were successful, but the Paladins are involved and," she just sighs, "They'd rather push the status quo (sp?) instead of actually helping the people. I haven't slept in a -while- but i'm more hungry than tired."
Pippi	"Well. What a coincidence that I was just about to make a couple of burgers." Zisel replies gently, getting up and reaching into the cooler, tossing a couple of patties on the grill. The fire hisses. The hot griddle sees a pair of pretzel buns go on with a little bit of mayo to crisp up the insides. "So, kinda like in that movie with the OCC business and the cyborg police guy, except for way more law people trying to do law things?" she questions, pouring herself a glass of water. "Ugh. I was in Boston one time when there was a shutdown of the city. Scary stuff. Can't imagine that kinda shut-down being the norm." Some sausage comes out, and she slices it in half longways, and tosses it on the griddle to crisp. Next comes sweet-and-saurkraut, some cranberry jelly. And whole-seed brown mustard. "I'm going to flat out admit, Pex, that I'm only jealous sometimes of the stuff you do. The ninja heroics is pretty thrilling, but interplay int he groups seems a bit ... eh. Strained."
Alopex	"The group has a lot of different sorts in it. I'll admit, I agree with what you say, but I also pick and choose what I want to do very carefully. This was a chance to help the people of a city under an oppressive amount government that would rather cut a profit then help its own people. It was a job I did not want to pass by. I have a feeling I'll be back there again, eventually. Things there need to improve far more than the little we may have caused," she muses, sitting back up to help her tea brew a little, bobbing the bag a bit. As always, she enjoys watching Zisel at work, and the smells? Heavenly.
Pippi	Garlic and onions are scattered, a little butter applied. Zisel turns over the patties on the grill, turns over the sausages on the griddle. "Mm. That is, unfortunately, one of the ways of the world --" Zee grins, "... that things will always need to change in far greater ways than we have time or energy for in a single lifetime. It's why we try to teach and be kind, too." A handful of russet chips are put on the plate. First is laid down the bottom of the pretzel bun, followed by a slice of oniony cheese. Then the burger, the sausage -- cut into chunks -- the saurkraut with brown sugar, and the onions and garlic. Topped with a little cranberry jelly, which melts into the hot everything beneath and a little brown mustard. The cook puts the top of the bun on, and puts the burger in front of Alopex before she assembles her own, sans cheese.
Alopex	A smile, and then a shake of her head, "You're cooking never ceases to impress, Zisel. Thank you," compliment offered, and a bow of her head given, the fox FIRST takes a sip of the earlier offered tea, and THEN she goes in on the burger because FOOOD. Delicious freaking food. A single nom and the fox happily mealts into her own seat, lending emphasis to her earlier compliment.
Pippi	"We do what we can." Zisel gives a smile, and settles down with her own burger, sans chips. "How's the refurbishing of your new home going? Need me to scout out any more curb alerts for you?" she inquires, dipping into a little bit of mustard with a fry.
Alopex	"Well enough... ah, just watch for pet.. stuff. Cat or Bird, actually, if you didn't hear it from Pippi already," MORE NOMS.
Pippi	"What, she didn't tell you about the Alpaca?" Zee asks, giving a bright grin.
Alopex	Peer. Pause. Smirk. Snicker. More noms. "Clearly not!" Resume noms, and sips, and all that.