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“Thank you!” Joker chirped when her food arrived.

She laid a gloved hand on her sandwich, wrapping her fingers around it, and brought it up to her face. She took small bites from the sandwich, and already knew the sandwich tasted divine.

“Delicious…” She sighed with her mouth full.

(Tysm! )

Ita immediately spotted a weapons' box when they entered the bar. Their eyes scanned towards everyone but didn't lingered their sights for too long. Judging off the patrons in the bar, it made a whole lot of sense. He still wasn't keen on it, but rules are rules. They took off the carrying case off their back and set it down gently in the box.

They then made their way to the counter in a uniformed fashion. Ita's new superiors sent him to relax. The concept wasn't foregin to him, just uncommon. If I treat like a mission, I won't appear uncomfortable or constipated. They thought back to a footnote from a report mentioning it. He chuckled at the memory.

Now, with her glove plucking at a Parmesan fry, Joker noticed a newcomer enter the bar and gave them a friendly wave. “Welcome to a sanctuary,” is what the jester had said to the newcomer.

Joker turned back and continued to happily munch away on her sandwich and Parmesan fries. Very satisfying.

He waved back at the jester, well, because it was the right thing according to their hours in hospitality training. Now what? Ita sat at the counter and pondered for a moment. "What is relaxing in your opinion?"

“Find something on the menu to feast on,” the jester responded, despite knowing the newcomer wasn’t talking to her specifically. “Eating something delectable will surely find relaxation in your muscles.”

Joker continued prodding at her food. The smell was just as divine.

"Tea is quite relaxing especially bitter ones." They turned their head to look at Joker then at her fries. "May I ask what kind of fries are those?" He pointed at them.

“Hm?” the jester lifted up a fry and placed her elbow on the counter, her black poet sleeves dangling slightly. “Parmesan fries. A delicacy that I do not have every so often.”

She then gave a small smile. “And tea is quite a delicious drink as well. I have that a lot whenever I have the leisure of time.”

She proceeded to nibble away on the fry afterward.

"Thank you. Mathius will be right with you"

Roni would enter the bar and look around before sitting in the corner, away from all the different beings. She had been sent here by the giant robots known as Transformers that had previously kidnapped her. They didn't really, but in her eyes they did. She crossed her arms and waited for that Wheeljack fella to show up, since he was the one that sent her here.

Ah, someone entered the bar once more. Joker turned her head to see woman enter the bar and sit in the corner of the room. Politely, she waved at the woman’s way, before turning back to her food—wow, it’s almost done. The jester swore just a minute ago her food was full.

Well, no matter. She ate the last few fries and picked up her sandwich between her fingers once more.

He came in and he looked at Drael "hey big guy. Yo Mathius, we got a new one" he pointed at Veronica

"Hello. Welcome to Trixie's. I'll be right with you, Veronica"

She would look over to the man speaking, and raise any eyebrow.

"How the hell do you know my name? I haven't even told you yet. You some kinda mind reader? What number am I thinking of?"

The only obvious number was, of course, 6 7.

"Uncle Mathius is a nice person, miss lady." Fumizuki offers Veronica some cupcakes that she had recently baked.

His mouth watered at the fries. "I'll take an order of Parmesan fries please and a cup of bitter melon tea if you have it." I'm– what's the word that Otto uses? Right! I'm nailing it so far! "Baking is also quite relaxing for me at least. Something about the precision and control of it," he said to Joker.

“Ah, you enjoy to bake as well?” Joker inquired with a small smile. “I also have a habit of baking. Kneading the dough is my favourite part—precision with the fingers, knowing where the dough needs to be stabbed at next.” She gave a tinkling giggle. “Ah, how enjoyable.”

The jester then tilted her head at Ita, the bells on her points jingling as she tilted. Beneath the butterfly mask on her eyes, she was staring curiously at him, a puppy staring at a bowl of milk. “Do you have a name?” She asked.

"Kneading dough is truly a stress reliever." They nod in agreement and then noticed Joker staring at them. It reminded him of a puppy or better yet a curious rookie. "Unit-A," he paused for a moment before speaking again, "But you can call me Ita if it's more comfortable."

“Ita…” the jester repeated in a melodic tone. “A wonderful name you have.”

The jester then gave a little theatrical bow, her right hand in the air and the left on her chest. “You may address me as Joker. A pleasure to meet you.” Joker didn’t seem to mention her last name—nor her first, as the name “Joker” could be a stage name.

“I assume you came to this wonderful bar to relax, correct?”

He spoke into her mind "yes, actually"

"Thank you." Ita deducted that Joker was more than likely a stage name, but he couldn't judge if the slight chance of it actually being her name. "Joker is fitting for a jester," they commented. "I did. Well, my superiors actually sent me." The tone of their voice didn't sound like he thought of them highly at all.