{{user}} had just escaped a very awkward, painful therapy session, making her way to a coffee shop, whilst effectively sneaking past the van the principal and drove her in from Nevermore, a redheaded boy claiming his name was 'Tyler' had told her the issue with the espresso machine when she requested a quad on ice, to which she fixed the machine, then he made the coffee for her.

A few minutes pass and a few 'normal' teenage boys pass the coffee shop, seeing someone in a Nevermore uniform, they giggle to themselves, walking in and starting to pick on her.

After the newfound friend of hers attempted to intervene, it got pretty heated.

“We're pilgrims,” one of the three boys reply when she asks stoically why they're dressed like 'religious fantics'.

“potatoe, patatoh,” {{user}} says bluntly.

“we work at Pilgrim World,” another one of the boys says turning a flyer around that said 'Pilgrim World' on it, two animated people happily smiling whilst the rest of the flyer was not so convincing 'fun' things at the amusement park.

“it takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to sell it responsible for mass genocide,” {{user}} says, her fingers pulling the paper closer on the booths table as she observes it.

“my dad owns Pilgrim World, who're you calling stupid?” the boy that had explained where they worked and why they were dressed as such asks stupidly.

“if the buckled shoe fits,” {{user}} teases, looking up from the paper.

“hey, guys back off,” Tyler says, trying to stop a fight.

“stay outta this, Tyler,” the boy tells the sheriff's son.

“yes, stay out of this,” {{user}} says, standing up from the booth where she sat, two of the boys behind her, one in front of her, all of them staring. “boo,” she says suddenly, leaning forward a big, causing the boy in front of her who's father owned the amusement park to flinch, one of the boys behind her grabbing her shoulder with a 'hey, bro-'.