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[cardboard_journalism]

...Really?

[guess she couldn't argue with that. But Nonon taking Scuttlebutt to a place she went with Ryuko...?]

...Well, all right then.

[shikisha]

[ WOW ITS NOT A DATE JUST DINNER

She's going to let go of the other's hand though, for now, leading the way. ]

It's just a place that actually makes good salads and burgers. You're American right? You must eat hamburgers.

[cardboard_journalism]

Is this another stereotype? Kahk kahk kahk. Yes, hamburgers are acceptable.

[shikisha]

...Obviously. Don't Americans just eat hamburgers all the time?

[ As if Nonon would care about how it might be wrong to stereotype. She's leading the way still, walking along path of the park out to the street. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

I think we'd run out of cows if that were the case.

[following!]

[shikisha]

So what do you even like? And you can't sup cup ramen.

[ Across the street and onto the sidewalk, amongst a few aliens and other people, Nonon leading the way easily. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk... I didn't say I disliked it or anything.

[shikisha]

Then what do you normally eat?

[ Oh hey look they are there. At a place that literally has a terrible looking neon sign that has three frames of animation of an astronaut eating a hamburger. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

... y'know... just whatever I feel like.

[time to change the subject!]

So, uh... This place is good? Kahk kahk kahk.

[shikisha]

[ Who changes the subject from what kinds of food they like?! ]

Of course it is, or else I would never let Ryuko drag me into a place this stupid looking.

[ Luckily there's no line, and it's a fairly clean place, even if it's all dressed up to look retro futuristic. Nonon doesn't even wait, stepping up to one of the touch screens to put her order in, there's no workers here, just robots. At least up front. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[she'd snicker at that one, sss, sss, sss!]

... Are there any actual... [she almost said "human" but that couldn't always narrow it down] non-robots working here?

[shikisha]

How should I know? I've never seen any. You just order here and then it gives you a number and you pick it up from that window over there.

[ All automated, or at least it looks that way from the front. Who knows what happens in the back. It's better off not knowing though. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Right... for all we know, the cows are cooking themselves...

[she'd wait with Nonon, then]

[shikisha]

Even if they do it tastes delicious.

[ She shrugs, sitting on a counter a little above the other girl, wait for her number to be buzzed. ]

If you just eat cup ramen you're going to die of vitamin deficiency, you know that?

[cardboard_journalism]

What are you, my mother? Kahk kahk kahk.

[...wait]

I mean-- I don't just eat cup ramen! Geez, who does that?!

[shikisha]

I'm your friend, and part-time employee who doesn't want to have to find you dead in your apartment someday.

[ How nice?? ]

Plenty of shut-ins do! ...Though I guess most shut-in's don't leave their house, where you just don't leave your box.

[cardboard_journalism]

You won't! Unless it's because I was killed by my enemies in an attempt to silence me. In which case, I hope you will find them and publish the truth I uncovered. Sss, sss, sss!

...hey! How many times do I have to say it?! I wear this to protect my identity as an undercover reporter! You wouldn't try to conduct an orchestra without that baton, would'ya? Same deal!

[shikisha]

I'm not cleaning up the dead body, but I suppose I can do that.

[ ...Not that she would ever believe anyone would really go so far as that. ]

Most of the things you cover are things you report on by actually talking to people. And everyone already knows the cardboard girl is you. You stand out TOO much.

And it's not the same deal! I know how to put my baton away when I'm not conducting!

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaaahk! Of course not! Get a proper autopsy report!

[she'd just twirl her pen, pridefully]

Sss, sss, sss! Maybe that's what I want them to think!

[shikisha]

From CERES? They will probably just cover it up. You're too dangerous to them alive.

[ She's kidding. Probably? ]

You make zero sense, you know that?

[cardboard_journalism]

Ha! I wish! Maybe someday...

[she could dream...]

What're ya talking about? I'm perfectly normal!

[shikisha]

That's a weird thing to dream about.

[ As if everything about her isn't weird!! ]

Wrong. There's ten thousands way I could prove it otherwise.

[ And now her number is being called out in a robotic tone, and she goes to grab her salad, looking back at the other girl. Can we eat here or is this too public for your highness? ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[She'd look back expectantly. Nonon should already know the answer to that.]

Well, where to now? Sss, sss.

[shikisha]

I don't know. I have my food and I happen to not be crazy enough to need to be somewhere special just to eat.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk. You said we were getting take-out! That assumes... you know, you're taking it out to eat somewhere else!