A brisk walk in the night and here they were. Whatever sorrow Sonnie Wu had experienced at the charred skeleton of the motel had evaporated in the light of the diner. "Oh, perfect!" She grinned, "I used to hit places like these back when I was wandered the country. Great food, and the truckers have awesome stories! I wonder what's on the griddle? I bet it's bacon." She sniffed the air, trying to find out as they approached the joint. It was her normal sense of smell again, however. The sensory contract the Beast had previously employed had reached its proscribed time limit. The Wyrd was a stickler for stuff like that.
Practically ignoring the sign, Sonnie waltzed right inside with a hungry smile on her face. It was possible she was forgetting why they had come here. Without asking for anyone else's preference, she slid into a booth and set her stuff out of the way, but within easy reach. Grabbing a laminated menu, she started thinking about breakfast.
Okay, she started thinking about breakfast back at the motel, but only casually. Now she was serious about it.
Current stats: Health 8, Glamour 6, Willpower 4.
Equipment: Messenger bag, smart phone, quarterstaff, 2 throwing knives (concealed in her sleeves), goblin fruit (2 ertwen & 1 coupnettle), hedgespun boots (+2 Speed), hedgespun pendant (+1 Def), 2 tacos, and a package of cookies (oreos, for the record!).