As you walk towards the entrance to the Pizza Parlour, you notice the streets appear to be quieter than usual. You begin to hear the rumble of a crowd. There's a battle-scarred exosuit mech standing in the no-parking zone. You open the door and blink in surprise as a wall of sound tumbles out. Stepping inside, you see a wide selection of the local residents inside. Adventurers in their travel-stained gear. Knights in their gleaming armour. The grim warrior at a corner table is wearing a mech interface suit. A pair of the aliens on vacation from s!Ktp!*eht. Some hi-tech cyborgs are gossiping beside the cash register. Even the water dryad is sitting in the indoor spring-fed fountain with a plate precariously balanced on the edge. You see Purplespider scrubbing down a table near the door. She stops and moves to your side. "Hi, it's pretty busy in here today. The fire dragons decided to have an "outside in" sale and are making calzone. As you can see, it's pretty popular." She gestures around. "The tables are all taken except for this one. You have 3 choices. Get take out, join another table, or wait for me to finish cleaning this one. A few of one of the local zombie hordes just left. As usual, they've left a bit of a mess behind. What do you want to do?" 🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️