Grakk's Diner, Near The Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Tuesday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

It'd been a decent couple of days - training Sparkle, avoiding Brianna, finding new places to leave rude things scribbled on the walls of the Temple that Mical probably wouldn't find out about until he was fifty - but all decent things had to end. For one thing, most of Atton's stuff was on the island, and for the other, he didn't actually want to miss the couple of quiet days there before the next term.

Why squander a perfectly good place without people he hated?

"All right, portal leaves in two hours," Atton said, pushing open the door to a charming local diner that screamed GRAKK in offensively neon-and-glittery words from the rooftop. Inside, a plethora of people of various species were hovering or sitting in their seats, but there were still a couple of booths open, including one facing right across from the diner's four-armed cook, so hey, Atton would sit down right there.

"Stick to the blue part of the menu," he said, "The white part's living food. Yellow's not for humans, and red... let's just not talk about the red."

[[ for sparks! ]]

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[myownface]

"Cool," Sparkle said, reaching for his menu and... kind of... staring at it. "Uh."

Okay, so people here spoke the same language as him but apparently they didn't write in it. Or at least, this menu certainly didn't, because he was certain he'd been able to read other things here and there before. Good, good.

"Soooo," he hedged, glancing up at Atton again over the top of the menu, "what would you recommend?"

Sparkle had never really taken school seriously, but even so, it had been a while since he found himself functionally illiterate and wishing he could read something. He was finding that he wasn't a fan.