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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 649303" data-attributes="member: 9167">Hanh raises her brows at Curran.  "I'm almost afraid to ask this, but how old are you, Curran?"The group trudges along after Matt (I guess since no one seemes to want to know why a beastie with a big bag is running off into the night) toward some cafes while the brown creature disappears down the opposite end of the road.  No one else is out tonight and the only place open is this odd cafe that neither Matt nor Hanh remembers ever seeing before.  The outside window bears the phrase "Central Perk".Everyone who was ordering things in their head in anticipation for this event (this is what happens with you assume things with the DM!) is standing outside freezing their butts off with no food and certainly no drink.Inside they could see seven people.  One white-haired meek looking man behind the counter and the other six gathered around a couch in the center of the cafe.  Three women, one brunette who looks slightly excited, one blonde who looks a bit ditzy, and the other one is staring at her reflection in a hand mirror.  The three remaining men comprises with one who looks unhappy, one who seems to be making ineffectual comments, and the last man trying to stare non-to-obtrusively at the women's chests.</blockquote>