But yes, aliens under the Mississippi would explain a terribly great deal.
*Steps in as the kitchen continues to be assembled*
Ah, let's see..
Yes, the coffee's fine.
*Bangs on the top of the piano to make it start...
*waves a flipper*
Drinks for everyone.
*Mugs fill themselves upon the counter in the main bar area*
Food is good.
*directs aerial sawblades, rolling barrels, and sliding mugs*
Here you go, Pyrofyre.
*fills a mug!*
Behgah behgah behgah Ambolash! Hello!
And Liv, you think Illinois is a barren wasteland, try living west of the Mississippi.
*starts spinning air into sawblades to slice lumber into a frame*
*gestures as a coffee fills itself, hammer pounding steadily*
There you go.
A duck dragon sounds like it could be in Monster Hunter.
*spins the hammer in hand, haft shimmering with runelight*
Time for a kitchen for a new era.
*it floats up and sets itself to work*
*a pale hand darts from the shadows and grasps the handle of the hammer.*
*steps into the light.*
It seems there’s work to be done here.
*holds one finger to the sky*
The moon has broken through the basement of the Seventh House! Jupiter has swallowed Mars! The planets lie in...
Tis a revelation of a mystic crystal.
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