Thread:AzlieTheDragon/@comment-36159587-20190214200324/@comment-36159587-20190310030056

The waiter came back with a few dishes of ice cream, looking hassled.

Galaxian raised an eyebrow. "I'm guessing you need help?"

The waiter ellipsed for a few seconds, then hesitantly admitted, "Yes." "Alright. Do you at least have the...uh, thing...ready?"

The waiter shook his head. Galaxian grinned and jumped up--at least he didn't knock the table over, and conjured something in his hands.

"Okay, here you go, Cleaver," he grinned, and dumped a (wrapped) hot dog onto her lap. "Enjoy!" He skipped off before Cleaver could summon bees or something.

The waiter ellipsed, then followed.