John nodded, then puffed out his chest and, flicking the last few suds of antiseptic off his paws, padded down the stairs of the information building and followed Dave's instructions to the food court, only getting lost twice. When he finally reached it he sat down on his haunches, panting, and looked around. "Yup, this looks about right, huh?" he said, chuckling as his stomach growled. "Wonder what they have to eat here... I'd say pizza, but... I dunno, this place is awfully fancy."
John stood on the sidewalk, looking at all of the shops, a bit bewildered. "Honestly, anything sounds good right about now. Hey... do we have any money?" he asked, blinking and twisting his head around to look at Dave on his back. He couldn't help a chuckle; even now he still wasn't quite used to seeing him as a fluffy bird instead of a human. He was sure he looked just as silly, though.
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