Chase wagged a finger at Jenn. "No, no. We were never to call it a fast-food place. We were-" she made quotation gestures with her fingers, "a 'casual dining' restaurant." She made a face at the memory, both of the nightmares of working in that place for years, and for that smell that she had never gotten off those shirts and pants, ending up having to throw them away.

She winked at "Bruce". "Now you know a lady never kisses and tells. But lets just say, yes, zippers are more convenient than belts."

A thoughtful look appeared on her face at Jenn's comment about magic-users. "Well, there are magicians, sorcerers, wizards, witches, enchanters, seers, shamans, warlocks...um...probably some other ones in there. I guess it really just depends on what the person wants to be called." She recalled one certain "witch" who despised the title, but she had found humor in calling him one.

She wondered if he still did.

...and those pizza rolls were starting to call her name. She gave the other two an apologetic smile, and nodded her head towards the snack table. "Okay guys, those pizza rolls are starting to look very, very appetizing right now. You-" She jabbed a finger at "Bruce". "Stay out of trouble, okay? And don't go disappearing off into the multiverse again. And you-" This time she grinned at Jenn. "Don't let him tell you too many tall tales."