After enjoying a little pick-me-up at the Crossroader's Bar that morning with remaining money to spare, Facilier was in the most complaisant mood anyone trapped in a staged town setting could be. The allowance he received from the staff was far better compared to the mere peanuts the former military regime threw at him the week before. If only Facilier could feel the actual cash in his hands, not be forced under credit by the same plastic card he was given before. Oh well... It was better than nothing.

Strolling his way out of the bar and onto the sidewalk, Facilier tucked his head deeper into his scarf and quietly sighed to himself. Even if the late morning sky was clear, the cold air still bit and nibbled away at his hands and face. He didn't think he could ever get used to this chillier New Jersey weather...

So when he came across the Twin Pine Restaurant, Facilier did not hesitate to go inside. He would leave his plans of scouting out any potential suckers for later; right now a warm lunch inside a less chilly place would suffice.

As soon as Facilier stepped in through the door, he was greeted by the sight of a rather dopey-looking young man sitting by himself near the entrance. Facilier's eyebrow instantly perked up into a crooked arch, his lips curled with subtle disgust. Now just what was wrong with this fellow? Facilier did not recognize him, assuming he was either a new addition to Landel's prisoner population, or Doyleton's equivalent of the Village Idiot...

Pointing his nose away from the stranger, Facilier moved to the usual spot where a waitress would have him seated, but paused when he spotted a familiar head of golden hair--

"Ah, Rapunzel!" Facilier greeted the girl as he approached her table. "Long time no see! Mind if I join y'all for lunch?"