[Jon tries to keep his muttering into his tape recorder a little lower this time, at least, naming off the restaurant as they go and noting that there's something odd about it. Sensibly, he stops talking when they get to the door, and doesn't resume until they're seated and drink menus are placed in front of them.]
It seems to be an extremely upscale establishment. Suspiciously decadent, I'd say for a place that titles itself a canteen. There's something here. I can just about feel out the shape of it. Something off. Maybe in the food? Could be magic.
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Date: 2019-09-02 02:59 pm (UTC)It seems to be an extremely upscale establishment. Suspiciously decadent, I'd say for a place that titles itself a canteen. There's something here. I can just about feel out the shape of it. Something off. Maybe in the food? Could be magic.
[He looks up to Ava.]
Are you getting anything?
[He knows she has senses beyond his own.]