"You just said its name was George Washington earlier," he replies, then pulls Greg back again on his feet. "You stay here while I order. Don't go wanderin' around 'til I get back."

He made his way through the tables of customers until he reached the counter, staffed by a Hypello. Its appearance didn't bother him at all, who was used to seeing a certain blue humanoid creature in his saloon.

"What woulds you likesh to order, Shir?" the attendant asked.

"Uh, well." That voice he certainly didn't expect. "A bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy for the kid," he pointed to Greg, who thankfully was sitting down at that time, "And add some biscuits to that, too. I'll have the stew special." That option looked cheap yet filling.

The Hypello leaned over to get a better look at Greg and spotted the Moogle. "Ish dat boy a Hero of Light?"

"...Yes? Is that a problem?"

"Oh, no, no! Heroesh of Light get dishcounts for their firsht meal here."

Mordecai now wished he hadn't ordered Felton to stay home.

"That'll be nice, ma'am."