Fancy Restaurant

“Now we have a little cash…” Liz fluttered the beautiful green notes, “I think we can afford to splash out!”

In the heart of Anthro City you couldn’t turn without seeing at least a couple upmarket restaurants and swanky coffee shops. The girls approached a building with faux marble surrounds flanking the door and foliage running up the walls alongside it.

Morgan squinted at the name of the restaurant. “I can’t even pronounce that. Is that… an umlaut?”

Liz flapped a hand dismissively, “You’re not supposed to pronounce it. That’s how you know it’s a fancy place.”

“And what makes you think they’re gonna let us in?”

“Hey! We look like a pair of respectable and upstanding young women of class.” Liz struck an elegant pose, allowed for a few seconds of silence and released a perfectly-timed croak of a fart that had Morgan snickering.

“I give us five minutes….”