Anna was having a great day. After having ice cream for breakfast, she'd embarked on a personal grand tour of Fandom's restaurants. A food crawl, if you will. Nachos: delicious. Froofy coffee drinks with whipped cream and flavored syrups: yes, please. Sushi: the jury was still out. Anna thought she rather preferred her fish cooked.

Which was how she found herself, in Kenzi's body and Kenzi's clothes, at the grand finale of her day...Lobster Hut. As a poor girl in Ontario in the fifties, lobster was the kind of thing Anna had only dreamed of, and now they were bringing one to her table with drawn butter, all for her. And if she was sitting there with knife and fork clutched in hand, a gleam in her eye, well...this was probably her only chance to eat lobster, and she was trying not to think about why. Allow the girl her manic glee and gluttony, just for today, because tomorrow, she'd probably be dead again.

((Open restaurant is open!))