Ah, North City! It wasn't quite all the way up into the Frozen North like Atsuko was used to. That also meant that it wasn't near as cold as up there. But it was one of the first stops that the Saiyan made on her grand trip around the world. Not that she stayed for very long; oddly enough West City was where things REALLY kicked off. But, that was then and this is now. The Knight was taking in the sights of the city.

... And attracting a lot of stares, because despite the fact that she bought new clothes, she really only intended to wear them for those outings that Rumia was so insistent on having; not that the Saiyan could really complain. But she could be insistent in her own right about being careful with her identity, just as Mother wished! Atsuko pushes that out of mind for now. She DOES spot a familiar face, though. A strong warrior that she had a spar with not so long ago. He managed to snag the win from her, too.

She didn't make it very easy, but there was a clear winner when all was said and done. A part of her wondered how another spar might go between them. But she wasn't here to fight either. Why muck up a peaceful day? So, she just calmly approached Renko much like when they first met.

"I see you're still trying to get used to everything like me.", the Saiyan begins her greeting. "I like the clothes, they suit you.", she adds.

If he didn't recognize the voice; well the sight of that armor would certainly make it clear who it was. Atsuko may have had her power suppressed right now, but she still made quite the impression via sight alone. Pretty hard to forget someone like her. A blessing and a curse in many ways.

"So what have you been up to?", she asks, a little curious how things have gone for Renko after the last time they met.

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Renko Tomina Lambertia

Death and taxes.

That’s what he had said sometime? It was inevitable possibly. Somewhere between the jelly shots and that one with the funny hat.

Naso! That was his name. Death, taxes and some other thing was always inevitable. Perhaps it was the drink with the hat. Once they had opened that bottle had seemed to evaporate in a set of fairly rapid exchanges. It certainly wasn’t her favourite from the alcohol she had tried since arriving on earth but it certainly wasn’t bad.

It had certainly done its job fairly quickly. Though that could have been the cold, semi-solid shots that he had bought. Those had indeed been delicious. There were definitely going to be a few more of those in her near future.

“Mornin Lamby, you out on the town again last night?” She looked up at the member of the Uppa family behind the counter. It was the old one. Or maybe the young one? The bounding in her head made her vision blur a bit when she looked up. “Looking for an early afternoon pickup?”

That sounded wrong “It’s, morning. This is morning” That was better. Vanta would be less upset if she had made it out of the flat in the morning.

The old lady chuckled, “Looks like your stamina might have outweighed your ambition last night.”

That also sounded a bit wrong. Well, maybe not wrong but perhaps a little, understating things. “Morning. It was morning when we,”

“Ahah, yes. Fair enough. I don’t need details kid.” Cutting in Uppa chuckled. Calling her kid meant this was the older one, Camellia. “You’d be wanting a bit of breakfast then? I still have enough to make a few full fry ups or two. I’d recommend one.”

“I’ll take four then! With fresh orange juice. Please.” Closing her eyes to look up again and smile at the old human Lambertia tried to impart some measure of sincerity. Death, taxes and hangovers. That was what the he had said. Perhaps there was something to it.

“Hhaha, savour that youth while you can. It won’t last forever. There’s a table outside like you like. I’ll bring the juices out in a moment. You can once you’re done.”

Nodding her appreciation and made her way out to the table sitting down and leaning back into the chair. She had bickered with the old lady in the past about this. Camellia thought that remaining indoors would be more comfortable after a ‘night on the town’. The old lady was human though and they didn’t get quite the same benefit from direct sunlight that she did as an Elfan. A Light Elfan.

When the tray with the juices was brought over she grabbed the first glass and gulped the sweet fluid down like there had been a drought. Thanking the lady she lay back again and soaked in the rays of the earth’s sun. Between that and the rush of fluids and sugars into her system she started to feel quite a bit better. While waiting for the food to arrive she looked around to get a decent look at what was going on around her. The café was actually rather full indoors, which must have explained the dull roar in her ears while there.

She spoted a trio of three people standing not all that far away from her that somehow, didn’t look quite like they were locals. Before she could figure it out the food arrived. Thanking Camellia Lambertia stared at the massive plates of food. They looked, bigger than normal. Big enough that she’d probably have been happy with just the one of them never mind four. Maybe she could have forced two plates down without throwing up but not without passing out for another few hours. Picking up the utensils she prodded it for a bit wondering what to do.

Thinking didn’t last too long though as the smell of the food reached her nostrils. Still it would be a shame to waste any of it. Stretching Lambertia sat herself up properly instead of slouching the way she had been and turned towards that trio not far away, “hi, I don’t suppose any of you would like a free meal? I think I’ve ordered too much.”