“Wha-whu…” Clint finally swallowed his noodles, and he continued to stumble over the English language.
Arlene leaned up, eyes filled with concern as she whispered furtively, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to get caught?”
Mabel shrugged, “A girl’s gotta eat! Besides… Who’s gonna catch me?” She looked over the rim of her glasses before giving her a wink. “Didn’t I promise you an ussie?”
The girl began to blush, a hoof nailed finger toying with her large spiral horn as she nodded, the red in her cheeks a match for the flush in her boy’s as the villainess slid into the booth beside her.
The cat flicked her head to beckon Clint over, putting her arms around them, resting a paw on either shoulder as they held up their phones. She crossed her fingers on both paws, smirking from ear to ear:
“Everyone smile and say “ACAB!””
The phone’s artificial shutter noises snicker-snapped.
“Spellgrey! Order up!”
“That’s me, my darlings!” She gave them another squeeze, palming their bill as she slid from the booth, and headed up to the counter. “Keep on making that good trouble, hmm?”