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This isn't the first time that one of their investigations has passably resembled a date. There was their initial venture into East Hallow, back when it was just an idyllic (if inexplicable) little village with nothing off about it — or nothing worse than the general off-ness that permeates all of Darrow. Hell, even Kagura had had its moments. Or perhaps it's just that, embarrassing recollections aside, Kagura still boasts more inherent romance than the painfully ordinary, pseudo-American eatery in which they now sit, laminated menus in hand.
John thinks that, all things considered, this might be the most irksome the investigation/date resemblance has ever been, if only because he resents the implication that either of them might consider this place a date-worthy location. They could and would do better.
But, even without a surplus of anecdotal evidence, a business with "Interdimensional Hole" in its name seems worth their attention. Especially considering that Darrow already has one IHOP knock-off, and he can't think of any other instances of the city doubling up on such things. It's just weird enough to be worth their time, though his examination of the menu leaves him fairly certain it won't be worth the meal, if that's all they ultimately get out of it.
"They could at least have the courage of their convictions to stick to their own essential premise," John grumbles, frowning at the selection of burgers. "No one has fried chicken sandwiches for breakfast."
John thinks that, all things considered, this might be the most irksome the investigation/date resemblance has ever been, if only because he resents the implication that either of them might consider this place a date-worthy location. They could and would do better.
But, even without a surplus of anecdotal evidence, a business with "Interdimensional Hole" in its name seems worth their attention. Especially considering that Darrow already has one IHOP knock-off, and he can't think of any other instances of the city doubling up on such things. It's just weird enough to be worth their time, though his examination of the menu leaves him fairly certain it won't be worth the meal, if that's all they ultimately get out of it.
"They could at least have the courage of their convictions to stick to their own essential premise," John grumbles, frowning at the selection of burgers. "No one has fried chicken sandwiches for breakfast."
