Having spent the morning boggling at the wealth of technology the future of his civilization had to offer, Indy was in the mood for a late lunch. "Tasty Burger" seemed like a good place to continue his education (not to mention that the Twin Pines coupon was probably the more valuable one to barter with), so that was where he headed, pulling the brim of the damn Yankees cap down over his eyes to keep the rain out of them. As he jogged down Main Street, he had to wonder how all these businesses could afford to give free meals and services to so many patients every week. They must have some kind of deal with the asylum. Would one of the managers have any information on Landel he could use?

The restaurant wasn't particularly remarkable; the front was dominated by a long counter, where you ordered from the menu posted on the back wall (complete with color photos of each item; Indy found he was really looking forward to one of those large, juicy-looking hamburgers). A handful of other patrons were sitting at the various booths and tables--mostly teenagers and families with kids, obviously very interested in staying away from the diners whose mismatched clothing marked them as mental patients. Nothing new there. Out back, Indy could see a small enclosed area filled with what looked like brightly-colored plastic balls, though he wasn't sure what purpose it might serve.

He stopped far enough from the counter to show that he wasn't ready to order and studied the menu.

[for Scott! company's fine with me if it's okay with Eryn]