"Please stop smelling me, Crusty," the Innkeeper said with a warm chuckle. "You can feel free to ask me if you're curious about something. By friends if you mean Sovereigns, then yes I do have a couple of them in my employ."
Someone somewhere dropped a mug of lemonade, but after so many back-to-back shocks Lex could no longer keep track of what was surprising who. He was more concerned about something much more serious!
After mentally sending out the orders, the waiters who had so far only been serving lemonade brought out the fingerfood!
Ranging from small hot dogs on a toothpick to dynamite shrimp and orange slices, the menu was really… something. There were no other adjectives that could describe what the menu was. It was something.
Somewhere out in the universe, a race of sentient lemons were laughing in madness at their sudden rise upon the Cosmic Ascendance Spectrum. The reign of the lemons would soon overshadow all citrus! Of course, Lex knew nothing about that.
