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"No. Way." Charlie kind of freezes when she walks through the door, because what. What. While she's still staring, one of the waitrats approaches her to tug on her worn-out jeans and hand her an information pamphlet.

"...Am I a Disney princess?" she blurts out. (Animals are walking up to her and helping her. That seems like a pretty Disney Princess thing to happen.) But okay. Who is she to deny small fuzzy creatures helping her out? She reads the pamphlet.

This? Is. Awesome. She's kind of not sure what to do first. The urge to run around and see everything is definitely there, but on the other hand, free food. She kind of hasn't eaten in... uh, yesterday. Which is cool. It's like a fast. She's fasting to get the creative juices flowing while she brainstorms ideas for her new costumed identity. It's artistic and monk-ish and oh god she is so freaking starving, she needs burgers STAT.

So yeah, the first thing she does is sit down at a booth and order a giant burger and fries and a milkshake. And while she's waiting, she's kind of attempting to dry-clean off her Bat symbol t-shirt, because she just noticed there's a funky stain at the bottom hem and ew.

[tiny tag: Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe]

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Give her strength.

"Okay, give me, like, two minutes to stuff a burger in my face as fast as humanly possible, and then we're going to find a TV or something and watch some stuff."

She's not super-sure how they're going to do this, but she has mad Disney Princess Powerz now. If she sings, birds will probably bring her a boxed set of DVDs.

"Is that what you call that thing you are eating?" asked Wil taking a seat oposite her and pulling making sure his hat is firmly over his ears, "Apparently this bar is magic or something, you know."

"Yesssss," she says, in response to one or the other or maybe both. Whatever, she has burger to eat. She can feel the sweet, sweet blood sugar levels rising. "I probably shouldn't even be eating here. I've read books, that's how fairylands get you."

"Really?" he asked a little more concerned, "Then why are you eating it? Don't get me wrong that looks wonderful, but would you want to get stuck here?"

A rat ran past with a burger and fries to another table with and oldish man sitting at a table wearing an impeccable suit and raven feathers in his short hair.

"That guy, is creepy," said Wil.

"Because I'm a teenager and we are not known for our forethought. It's probably not going to trap me. It wasn't in the pamphlet."

Beat.

"Of course, if they were trying to trap me, it wouldn't be in the pamphlet. But the rat looked so earnest. Wow, that guy is creepy."

"Teenager?" he asked, "Uh, yeah, how old are you?"

He was getting the sneaking suspicion he was not the in the Four Lands anymore.

"Fifteen. How old are you?"

He is not even in Kansas anymore.

Wil's ears were red under his cap.

"Twenty three," he said, "Oh, my name is Wil. What's yours?"

"Charlie," she says, holding out a hand to shake. "Neat to meet you."

"Likewise," said Wil, "So, where are you from?"

He was suddenly hungry too.

"Gotham. Lately," she adds, because technically, that is not where she grew up. But. "It's cool. What about you?"

"Shady Vale," he said, "Well, I mean it is in the Four Lands, if I get this right. You know, 'cause this is a different world or something. I still don't quite get that, do you?"

"Oh yeah. I travel through different worlds all the time."

it's not lying if it could hypothetically be true, right? She doesn't know where she goes when she bounces. She could be going between worlds.

"Right," he said, "So, I can ask one of those rats for food?"

"Totally. I mean, you could ask any rates for food but these ones'll probably bring it."

Wil snorted, "So you call them rates?"