"It's just so weird to see all the guys with no horns," Sarah said as they stood in the vestibule of the diner.
"And no tail on that waitress," Karyn said.
"I was actually thinking about removing those items anyway," replied Leonard. "That experimentation was successful."
The hostess finally arrived, said, "Four?" and got a nod in return, leading the group to a booth and unceremoniously plopping menus on the tabletop.
"Weird," muttered Karyn, running a hand across the vinyl seat that was smooth, providing no pre-formed depressions for women to tuck their tails underneath themselves.
As the four sat down, Sarah picked up a menu and quickly found the drinks section. "Oh, thank God, they have alcohol," she said. "I could use a beer. What's 'Goose Island'?"
"Oh, it's, uh --" Leonard started to answer and then said, "Wait, you can't have beer. None of us can. Um, unless you have a fake ID."
"What are you talking about?" asked Karyn. "We're all 18. And you're 20, right?"
"The drinking age is 21."
"What?"
"Just -- I think there were teenagers driving drunk and stuff, so, yeah."
"Oh, right. No self-driving cars," muttered Sarah as she shook her head.
The waitress came by for drink orders, and the four ordered various soft drinks.
"Okay, so look at this," said Jon, holding up something he'd picked up.
