What do you get when a talking ferret, a green midget and an amnesic princess sit down to dinner?

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Character(s): Daxter, Garnet 'Dagger' til Alexandros, Yoda, anyone else?
Content: Daxter, Garnet and Yoda sit down for dinner and discuss Garnets memory loss.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat
Time: early evenining
Warnings: none

It was sometime later that the odd company Yoda found himself in entered Café Ersesat.

Judging by the fake sky it was just about dusk, or what amounted to it in the city of Paixao. He had been quiet throughout the uneventful journey from Vanaheim gate, meditationg upon Garnets’ memory loss.

 

Unless he reached into her with the Force there was no way he would be able to help her quickly, although some problems needed more physical methods. But there was nothing here on this strange world to jog her memory unless someone from her “world” had been sucked here as well, but using the journals to discover that could put them all at risk. He would ask their opinions in a moment, after they had all settled down in comfortable chairs around a table in the back of the café.

 

He struggled to get into his seat, the chairs bottom being several centimeters above his head. He could have just used the Force to hop up into it, but that would be irresponsible. Life put challenges in your’ path for a reason, whether it was memory loss or getting into a chair. After a few moments of struggle, ignoring any offers of help he managed to seat himself. His eyes were just visible over the tables top.

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She knew, then, that this was Daxter's nature. He was the kind of person (creature?) who needed to speak whatever thought he had. And it was quite obvious that most of those thoughts were of the rude sort. He would be funnier, perhaps, if his comments were more appropriately timed, but she doubted he ever really timed himself.

But why was she wondering about it? She took another bite of her food, slowly finishing it, even if she had been rather famished. The sun was starting to reach for the horizon, and perhaps this meant that day time would soon be over? Well, no, of course it meant that. She couldn't forget what a sunset looked like, could she?

She glanced out of the windows in the tiny cafe, pushing her plate away to signal that she was finished. Yes, it would be night time within a few hours (she figured). And then, how long would she be like this? Was it permanent? What if this were a second chance, to make up for some error she committed while her memory was intact?

She looked away and smiled, pensive, at the tablecloth. Well, then she would have to make good on whatever it was. Make the best out of what she could-- but she wouldn't give up on regaining her memories. There had to be a way.

Thank goodness for Daxter, to distract her.