Going Home To Momma

I was trying to decide whether I should just "accidentally" knock my plate off the table or just leave when the creature walked up. It hilariously had decided to look like Hanlon without realizing that was a big dumb idea since Hanlon has that aura of wrong you can't easily duplicate (thank the gods, whatever Hanlon is he's the only one). I did notice the restaurant had cleared out, but I wrote that off to it being not really a lunch place (but the staff was a nice lunch to the shape shifters). Upon seeing not Hanlon I thought back to what Hanlon had told me and thought he had set me up with the shifters and what I really ate when they brought out the weird food plate (thankfully it was just whatever odd food item Hanlon sought to enjoy that day). I gathered some fire in my hand, but the creature held up its hands in the universal signal of "Don't attack."

"Speak Shifter before I blow you up."

"Broken hip didn't work out too well for you last time did it." I didn't know what was creepier that they can spot injuries or they can't construct sentences very well.

"I make do." The rest of the shifters came out there were at least eight of them. This was about to either get messy or interesting.

"We are not here to eat you, though I'm sure you would be delicious, we came to talk."

"So talk."

"Not me, our mother would like to speak with you." I didn't like the way he said mother, I couldn't recall running into the mother of the shifters before, and I figured I probably did not want to. But my hip was giving me shit and as much as I was revolted by the thought of meeting their mother, I didn't exactly have my A game in the restaurant, getting out of the booth alone would have put me in a lot of pain. So I ended up going with the shifters to meet their mother, and it was as awful as I expected. Well not really, it was worse, because you can't exactly forsee that much awful!