INCO/JUDEE GREENTEXT - PART 2
>You and the little white troodon end up in some antiquated pizzeria. You wanted her to have a good time, and proposed a gourmet restaurant, but for some reason she was vehemently against it.
>Come to think of it, she is woefully underdressed. On you way to the pizza parlour you decide to own up to your mistake. No use in being arrogant.
>”You were right, Judee. I don’t even know what came over me. Nobody would let us in when you have those ratty clothes on.”
>She just nodded and gave you a strained smile. Probably didn’t want to humblebrag.
>Either way, you reach “Dino Moe’s.” Seems charming enough, if a bit crowded. The girl leaves her little cart and dilapidated bicycle outside.
>"I...I'd like salty liquorice, mämmi, livewurst, herring, nettle, munavoi, and cherry tomatoes, p-p-p-please.
>Half of those names tell you absolutely nothing about their nature, but you're nothing if not adventurous! That's the New Inco - always on the look-out for fresh experiences!
>While you wait for the food to arrive, you engage in some small-talk with the teenager. Asking about how she discovered puppeteering, some of the techinques, where she gets the materials, and so on.
>On your way to the place you discreetly listened to some YouSnoot videos on your headbud. You wouldn't want to come off as a total amateur.
>Unfortunately, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, it seems. She corrects you once. Then a second time. Then says you got the fundamentals all wrong. Finally she goes into a full-blown lecture, as if you're some child.
>Curiously, her stutter completely stopped. Was that part of the "poor bohemian artist" act, as well?
>Still, you're nothing but a gracious host, so you nod along, suffering her gloating.