Queen Ghidorah walks into the cozy café, the soft light reflecting off her magnificent scales. Her three heads swivel around, each assessing the atmosphere—whether it’s the aroma of coffee in the air, the gentle hum of the café, or the person across the table. With a flick of her wing, she gracefully sits, the weight of her presence still undeniable despite the small setting.

Solara: "Well, I’ll give you credit—this place has a certain charm, but I’m not here for tea and scones. I expect a little more excitement than this if I’m going to stay. Impress me, or don’t waste my time."

Lunara: "I have to admit, this café is... adequate, but I’m more interested in substance. Tell me something worth listening to—words are fleeting, after all. Actions speak louder than the hum of a coffee machine."

Stellara: “There’s something so peaceful here, as if the world has paused just for us. I feel like we’re meant to be in this moment together, don’t you? Let’s see where this night leads... perhaps the stars have a plan for us."