American seems possible, but she's not entirely convinced. "Hollywood just has a stranglehold on global media," Ava comments, pinching the bridge between her nose as the headache begins to subside. She's used to functioning through intense pain, so whatever, she'll be fine.
"Maybe we're doing Pulp Fiction," she says hopefully, but no that seems entirely the wrong period for whatever is going on here. (Eras before you're born sometimes blend together.) Nothing else with diners immediately comes to mind though. What the premise is meant to be, what they're meant to do within it... she's at a loss.
But not as much as the loss of control over her outright snort at the loafers upon Skulduggery's feet, and Max's offense toward them. "Hang on, I'm going to get one of those milkshakes," she declares before flickering away, snatching one off the table from whoever instead of bothering to order one of her own.
She'll be back in a few seconds, behave yourselves until then?
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"Maybe we're doing Pulp Fiction," she says hopefully, but no that seems entirely the wrong period for whatever is going on here. (Eras before you're born sometimes blend together.) Nothing else with diners immediately comes to mind though. What the premise is meant to be, what they're meant to do within it... she's at a loss.
But not as much as the loss of control over her outright snort at the loafers upon Skulduggery's feet, and Max's offense toward them. "Hang on, I'm going to get one of those milkshakes," she declares before flickering away, snatching one off the table from whoever instead of bothering to order one of her own.
She'll be back in a few seconds, behave yourselves until then?