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[ Robin doesn't use his device too terribly often; not because he doesn't understand how to use it - he's caught on well by now - but he'd still much prefer to speak with someone in person, unless of course they really only need to ask something briefly of each other. It serves a purpose, he won't deny that.

And today, he's decided to step outside of his comfort zone and deviate from how he normally conducts himself, posing a few questions and observations to anyone who might be listening.

He's in the dining room at the moment, giving some thought as to what he wants to eat, and his face is rather perfectly centered as he speaks. ]

Before my arrival here in Wonderland, I had a brief stay in a small village by the name of Storybrooke. Everyone frequented Granny's diner, so I presume the food was extraordinary there, but I regretfully didn't have much time to sample it all.

[ He thinks for a moment, trying to remember some of the menu items: ]

I enjoyed the burger I was able to try, and the grilled cheese.

I was curious about something called buffalo wings. Does anyone know much about the buffalo? It must be rather small, based on its wing structure.

[ He's familiar with chickens, and the meat that comprises burgers, but buffalo is something new to him. ]

I've come to understand there's a particular type of food unique to diners, and while this place isn't a diner in the strictest sense, we can certainly acquire any of the food normally found there. I'm not sure what I should try. Any suggestions?

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Fatty, disgusting things that barely look like food, at least in my experience.

[He has seen too many people go into those sort of dinners as a cat. It's pathetic.]

As for the good ones...it depends. I've seen everything from simple breakfasts to incredibly large ice cream sundaes.

[The ones that are fun to watch tourists try to eat.]

That sounds rather unpleasant, though I take it that's not the point of such an indulgence, nor would one care, at that level of insobriety.

[ Strangely enough, he hasn't yet tried ice cream sundaes, though he does at least know what ice cream is, thanks to Storybrooke. ]

I do enjoy a good breakfast. A large breakfast, enough to see me through the day: some sort of meat, potatoes, warm bread and jam.

[Tybalt snorts]

Very seventeenth century of you.

[His tone does not imply that it's a bad thing--he's more or less neutral. And really, he means it as more or less a joke.]

[ In a way, he's not really...wrong, actually, though Robin wouldn't know that the world he hails from is actually comparable to a bygone era in another world. ]

Is it? I wouldn't know, actually. Perhaps you could enlighten me.

[ He's genuinely curious, not quite realizing the other man meant it as more of a joke. ]

Oh, it was a joke. People in that era ate similiar things for breakfast, according to historians.

[And in his case, actually having been there, more or less]

Oh, I see. Where I hail from, things are a bit more...primitive, I suppose you'd say, in comparison to the world I spent but a short time in.

I come from Sherwood Forest, perhaps you've heard of it?

A royal forest in England.

[What? It is!

Tybalt starts to make a comment about Robin Hood...and then he remembers Bigby]

This is just a guess, but would you have anything to do with Robin Hood?

[ True, it is. But then -- yes. He's beaten him to it. ]

Well done, actually. I am Robin Hood. It's a pleasure.

[Okay, if the next person Tybalt speaks to is Hamlet, he's leaving.

He laughs, actually quite amused]

Rand.

[ Certainly not the worst reaction he could have incurred. ]

As we're getting to know one another a bit, might I ask where it is you come from?

San Francisco, in California.

[Though Tybalt's pretty sure that America wasn't a thing when Robin Hood was supposedly around, he did mention diners.]

[ He actually has heard of California. And New York. And a handful of other places, far removed from Sherwood Forest. ]

What was it like there? Wooded, or...busy, like the city of New York?

[ He has no concept of rural versus urban or suburban. ]

A city, though it's nothing like New York and there's quite a few parks in the city. It might be bigger, but New York built up. San Francisco spread out.

Interesting. I've never been to either, though I'd enjoy seeing them both if circumstances ever allowed for it. I hear there's much more to do in cities than...elsewhere.

Elsewhere?

[Do you mean here or something else, Hood?]

Ah, sorry. I...do believe there's a particular name for those areas far beyond your larger cities. Small villages...towns? [ He's searching for the words rural & suburbs but as he's not used those words before, they're eluding him. ]

Suburbs?

Precisely. Your suburbs are rather more mundane, like Storybrooke. Small, not...much going on, not on the scale of a city like New York.

There's little that has as much going on in it as New York.

[Just saying. Of course he's really a city cat so...]

But suburbs are for people who want the city, but don't want the noise. They're meant to be quieter and boring.

I'd quite like to see these cities one day.

Though I doubt I'd want to live there, truthfully.

I prefer them to the suburbs, but I've lived in them all my life. It's an acquired taste.

Has Wonderland been an easy adjustment, then? Have you been here long?

Only a few months and...well, I've had worse prisons.

I'm sorry to hear that, certainly not something I'd wish for anyone to experience more than once.

[Well, if anyone would know about prisons, it'd probably be him, huh?]

Mm. It was rarely my fault. People just get so touchy when you've had enough of their insanity.

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