Wait for steak some more.
Eventually, the waitress comes out and sheepishly approaches you.
"We can't get the food cooking machine to work." She says, staring at her feet. "Can we do something else?"
"You have anything in here you'd be willing to part with? Or is it more of a barter system?"
Look for anything that stands out to me, preferably something like a needle or shiv.
"Trade or pay." The woman says, tapping her desk with one finger. She seems a lot more on the ball then the last guy.
As per weapons, the case that held the pistol also holds several other weapons, including a few knives of various kinds. There's one that kind of looks like a giant hypodermic needle; a circular metal pipe cut at an angle so as to make a sharp tip. Clearly a scavenged weapon made from reclaimed steel pipe, but the handle has been carefully wrapped in cloth and a scabbard or sling made of plastic and rubber bits sits beside it. Crude pictograms of warriors and odd animals have been scratched onto the metal.
"Anyway, you are presumably waiting for food? What do they offer here?"
Look around for menus.
There are a few menus on the table, all neatly laid out, but when you lift one up, it reveals a darker section of table under it, as though the menus have been sitting here for years, untouched.
"Well, we'd be grateful if you could do that then. I fear the rest of us should be moving on, though. It was an honor to visit your town, and quite pleasant to not be feasted upon on sight. Farewell, and best of luck to you and your people."
Leave Magilla in a good home, begin rounding up our group to get moving again.
You walk outside, leaving the town hall behind. It's gotten quite late and the sun, that distant flaming infant, is barely visible on the horizon. You're feeling somewhat tired and hungry, and your back hurts from driving for hours. You look around; you can see two of your companions over in the diner, but the third is hiding somewhere.
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