Dinner Plans

[Indy]

Gate lead everyone to the main dining hall. The dinning hall looked extreamly inviting. It was decorated, well kept and fairly clean for a place that was old. No dust or crumb was on the floor.

"Here you go, everyone. Please be seated." The Scientist said. After everyone took their seats, Gate took his as well, keeping a smile on his face.

"It will not take but a short while for everything to come in here. So, do please, wait." He said softly.

[Cobra Omega]

"Alright." said Porkler

"I hope I don't have to wait TOO long, my stomach hasn't hurt this bad since... well a long time ago pretty much." thought Porkler as he looked at his stomach

[Indy]

Indy took off his hat and set it on the table beside him, to show a polite manner. After all, he had to be polite. Mainly in front of Gate and an area like this.

"Too bad ma ain't sittin' wit' us to enjoy this. Then again, she's odd at times. So Doc, what are we havin'?"

Gate folded his hands in a poolite manner as he smiled calmly.

"A varity of things. Anything to tempt even the hardy and largest of the visiotors here." He said.

[Jet]

"Hi everyone!", Heat called from his brother's arms as they entered. "Were you getting hungry too? Heehee."

[Cobra Omega]

"Hmm?" said Porkler before looking at Heat "Oh! Hey there, and to answer that, yeah, we were getting hungry too."

Cobra, Guardian, and Craothe just nodded in agreement.

[Zymeth]

Metal just sat next to Bubble, quietly. He just nodded politely at Gate, "Th-thank you..." He wasn't sure exactly what else to say, so instead he just smiled at Heat, happy that he was having such a good time.

[Indy]

Gate gave a nod as he set h is hands on the table.

"Give around a few seconds and everything will arrive. I am sorry that everything is taking so long to get finished. DO bare in mind." He said polightly.

[Jet]

"What are we having?", Heat asked curiously. "Nothing icky I hope..."

[Indy]

"Everything you can dream of." Gate said with a smile, "Even what the youngest will enjoy!"

After a while, serval Mechiod Chefs rolled in, each setting plates, platters and even dishes of food on the table. Each of them gave a bow as they gave everyone their desired drinks as well.

[Jet]

Heat was busy admiring the food as he sat and pondered what all he'd try. "Are there any waffles on the table?", he asked as he carefully tried to drink from his glass of chocolate milk.

[Shade Man]

Sheldon was leaning against the wall silently watching everyone, saying nothing.

[Indy]

Dallas looked down at Sheldon and smiled.

"Y'all ain't hungry, either?" She asked. She gave a nod. "Ah ain't hungry much. Seems borin', eatin' with company."

"Yes, tehre's Waffles, young one." Gate said. He had one of the cooks place a plate full of Waffles for HEatman.

[Avi]

Ringman stood by the door to the dining room. "Like, no way, man. This won't do! No siree, man!"

Ring rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't be silly - DynamoMan won't ruin dinner tonight. Isoc locked him outside with Gamma, remember?"

"No, it-it's not that!" Ringman stammered. "Too many people man... like, faces I've never even seen before! While I could go for like, some Cheerios or some Froot Loops... I like, need to take off my mask in order to eat!"

"Whoa, calm down, daddy-o, it's not like--"

"I'M THE MASKED VIGILANTE, MAAAAAN! I-I can't reveal my super-secret identity to anyone, that would be like, SO bogus!"

"Secret identity?" Ring tilted her head to the side. "You're Ringman. That's all there is to know, ya?"

"But... but... like, if anybody sees my face, and the Russian Mafia gets wind of this, then, like, if they sell my picture to the ALIENS, then-- hey, what gives?!"

Ring was dragging Ringman by the arm into the dining room. "We're going to have a loooovely dinner.~"

"I-I never agreed to this..!!" Ringman attempted to fight back in vain, all the way to his seat.

[Jet]

Heat, meanwhile, had already grabbed his fork and started in on the waffles set down in front of him. "Thank you, Gate.", he smiled between bites. This was definitely a good day for the record book. He had his brothers back, he got to go on a mission with them, he even got to have waffles too.

Needless to say, he was pleased as could be.

[Avi]

Ringman sat shakily in his seat. "Just... gonna have a good time," he assured himself, "like, totally. Gonna enjoy this dinner..." His fork danced about in a frenzy, wrapped up in his shaky grip.

"Psst, we didn't even get our meals yet," Ring whispered to Ringman in the seat beside him. "HEY! Excuse me!" She shouted across the table. "I'll take the Froot Loops and he'll take the Cheerios. Pleeeeeeeease?"