User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150430193357

(Blackthorn briefly takes his eyes off Ironworks to regard his king.)

Blackthorn: Sire?

(The waitress uses her unicorn magic to wrap Chance's plate in a thin plastic wrap.)

Waitress: Here you are, sir.

(With his back slightly turned to Chance, Chaser rolls his eyes as he polishes a glass.)

Chaser: (*scoff* What a rube... Like the Lounge is some kinda fast-food joint or somethin'...)