The man nods, then disappears into the kitchen just behind the counter. (In his bafflement, he completely forgets to ask them to take a number; not, truthfully, that they would need one.)

Chrome decides to busy herself with staring out the window while they wait. It's a nice window. It's not even broken. (Much.)

After a minute or two of waiting, the man brings out two wrapped burgers and puts them on a tray, then sets a cup beside each one. "On the h-house," he says, and pulls out a towel to wipe his hands on. "I apologize for any accidental bat flavoring."

Chrome makes a face. "That is a bad joke," she says, but takes the burgers anyway. When she picks up the tray, the man wipes it down with his towel.

"It's not a joke," he says.

Chrome makes another face.