Who told you about hot dogs?

[Roxas. It rings a bell, but he doesn't connect it to the one who's always taunting him over text, and obviously has no idea that it's one of his network stalkers.]

He's bullshitting you about hot dogs, Euri. They're just the tail end of meat that doesn't get used for other things, all ground up and made into a kind of cheap sausage. No dogs involved.

You're a butcher, aren't you? You know how nasty dog meat would probably be. Besides, we're crazy about pets in the States - they get treated better than most kids. There'd be riots if someone tried to feed Americans dogs.

Let's face it, Euri, you know some assholes.

[It's hard to tell if he's got the self-awareness to include himself in that category.]

We all have our moments. [Okay, so there is some self-awareness there.] But consider the source if you hear something that messed up. You can't just believe everything here.

Think about it - you've got a dog, so that's an obvious one. Hits you right where it hurts. Lying about anything smaller is just kid's stuff.

Hey, you know how to do it, too.

[He hasn't brought that up in a long time, and luckily one of the grey-faced waitresses arrives with the menus just as he's said it. He picks up his menu and opens it at a slight tilt, so he can see over it if she's going to pitch a fit.

Okay, he's a giant hypocrite all the time, but that explains why he won't allow it in other people.]

I told you it was bubbly, didn't I?

There aren't degrees of bubbly. A drink's either carbonated or it isn't.

[But now he's interested again.]

So?

The company that makes it pretty much owns the world. There's another one like it, Pepsi, but they can't beat Coke.

[He finally takes a sip of his, trying to remember when he tasted it for the first time. It's impossible to pull out a memory of something so deeply ingrained, like trying to recall the first commercial he ever saw on TV.

He's not exactly one for deep thoughts, but the strangeness of all these different worlds finally hits him in that moment, and he gives her a strange look.]

No one cares that we're mutants. [Quietly, without emotion.] Not one person's been freaked out.