Hay blinked as Star took the menu from him, him voicing a small "ooooh" once it was given back and he was able to read... most of it at least. He still didn't understand what the names of the dishes were, but at least he could now get an idea of what was in them. At Star's nudge Hay ducked his head behind the menu a bit to hide a small blush of embarrassment and goofy smile over his little mistake, him listening to Star as she found what she wanted.

"Uh... Oh, Yeah, that does sound good," he said, looking between Star's menu and his own until he found what she had pointed at, "I think... I'll try that too!" He set the menu down before he could mispronounce something else and grinned as he imagined what the meal was going to taste like. Sounded more interesting than a sandwich that's for sure, and it certainly was different from what he usually would find in his workshops cupboards.

Hay perked up his ears as Star mentioned the idea of playing a game, this predictably being met with enthusiasm and approval as was evident from his smile and rapid nodding of his head. Being up for any game any time, Haywire was entirely down for the idea, though, as he listened to how the game was played, he started to wonder if he'd even be capable of participating. Haywire was a *terrible* liar, mostly due to how he never had a reason to nor ever really saw the worth in doing so, and as such he grew up a rather honest inventor which now sounded like it would be a pretty serious handicap as his poker face was rather non existent.

"hmm... Okay! Sounds fun!" he replied, deciding to give it a shot anyway regardless of his doomed chances. If there even were chances, This didn't sound like a "win or lose" kind of game anyway, so would be neat to try he figured.

"How about you go first, though? I might need a sec to think of something to say..."

The waiter allowed his eyes to dart nervously between the small inventor that had trotted into the cafe and the pretty mare flipping her mane beside him. While relaxed a bit by Star's efforts, it wasn't easy to get someone to forget previous chaos caused by the owner of Tech Tock. Still, he couldn't argue with her, so with a deep breath he tried again.

Customers.

They're just... customers...

"Okay," the waiter cleared his throat and picked a couple of menus from a desk near the front of the building, the ruffling of Hay's mane causing the little green stallion to blink a few times as if being brought back to the present and out of his thoughts, "Table for two. This way, please. We have a wonderful little table available snuggled over here in the corner." Moments later he'd led them to the promised spot, the smaller table being in a cozy spot and snuggled between some of the nicer arrangements of decor on either wall. Hay wasted little time in scooching in and onto one of the pillows where he flashes the others a smile and checks on bubo whom was still resting like a statue on Star's shoulder.

"Here you are," the waiter said, setting the menus he'd brought down in front of either pony, "I'll give you a moment to look through what we have to offer and to fetch you both some water," seeing another pony at a different table trying to get his attention, he tried to excuse himself as politely as he could, pausing only to lean back in with another shade of nervous over a small cringe, "... and please... don't try to "fix" anything. Okay?" flashing a desperate smile, in stark contrast to Hay's un-phased upbeat one, he then made himself scarce before something blew up.

Once he was gone, Haywire picked up his menu and quickly squinted his eyes at the names of the dishes.

"I couldn't pronounce this last time either I think..." he said, Bubo waiting until there was a moment where he was certain no one was looking before hopping down off of Star's shoulder and onto the table so as to nestle down in a spot on the table where he'd be out of the way of the coming meal, "non...nongi-nongio'l a... epous...? I have no idea what that is, or what the ingredients are on here." It didn't help that the menu he was holding was upside down, Hay's inability to really read or pronounce the Prench dish names properly preventing him from being able to notice the difference.

"I'll probably just get a sandwich again." He predicted with a shrug.

"Ten bits, got it!" with a sound not too different from that of a bullet wizzing by, Haywire was off, down the street and around the corner in a mere moment like a pro sprinter. The door to his own workshop, finally closed and secure as part of Bubo's never ending attempts to tidy things up, hardly slowing him down as it was burst back open. Bubo, having been flying just past at the time, was blown into a spin, the blur that was the pony that ahd created him zipping by almost too quickly for Bubo to even catch sight of as he tried to flap his way back into a stable flight path.

Haywire wasted no time in storming the bedroom, his being on a mission to retrieve the bits quickly and expedite the process of obtaining tea for Star encouraging a hasty and focused retrieval. Dropping down onto his belly beside the bed, Hay tossed himself into a short combat roll and disappeared underneath, Bubo entering shortly after to the sounds of rummaging. A spare pillow lacking a case was ejected from beneath the bed much to Bubo's confusion, followed by an old alarm clock, two candles still in their packaging, a notebook, two wisks, and a pair of earmuffs until finally there was the sound of a short and excited gasp.

"I've found e-!" Hay's voice was cut short as the entire bed jolted, Bubo raising a wing in a wince and giving a small chirp. A few moments passing before Haywire, this time a little slower and more clumsy, rolled back out from under the bed. His legs were a little wobbly as he stood back up and swayed from side to side while trying not to fall over. Hay's eyes were rolling behind his goggles from his attempt to stand up while still beneath the bed, though he did indeed have a small pouch between his teeth, one that was then shaken like a dog with a toy as he tried to rid himself of his dizziness. Once capable of seeing straight, he dropped the pouch onto the matress, Hay counting out ten bits from the pouch then slipping it back beneath the bed. He then trotted his way back into the main area of the workshop - Bubo perching onto his shoulder as he passed through the bedroom  doorway - retrieved his saddle bags, secured the money within and then was off once more, the front door slamming shut behind him as he and Bubo, still clinging on, galloped back down the street.

Zooming his way back up to Star, Hay stopped with a small screech of his hooves, Bubo being flung into the air due to not being able to ignore momentum as well as Haywire but recovering quickly due to being pretty used to it by now.

"I found e-" Once again cut off, Haywire ran out of breath before he could finish, his body being fed up with his current shenanigans and demanding an intake of oxygen. After a couple of gasps, Hay was able to finish.

"I got em." He gave his body a short twist to jangle the coins in his bags as Bubo hovered down to land on Star's shoulder, a grin decorating Hay's face as he noticed Star's smile having returned. Upon hearing the correct pronunciation of the name for the cafe he'd mentioned, the inventor tilted his head and tried to wrap his mind around the tongue gymnastics Star had managed to pull off in order to say it right. He decided he'd just stick with the translated name, though not technically what the place was called it would prevent him from maiming the appropriate one and sounding silly.

Giving an enthusiastic nod when Star informed him that she was ready for them to find the Red Flower, Hay spun on his hooves. "Alrighty! Should be just down this way if I remember right!" he claimed, trotting a short distance before spinning on his hooves again.

"I remembered wrong, that's the direction to where I tested my bush of Wier Roses. Flower names mixed me up. It's actually this way!" failing to immediately back-peddle from the new direction, Haywire seemed to actually know where he was headed now, a short time spent walking proving this as they neared the cafe they were looking for.

The outside of the building was done up in the usual classy canterlot style, no expense being spared in their attempts to appear as rich and important as possible despite being a walk in establishment that didn't require reservations and the like. A few tables were available outside for those that liked open air dining, though most today seemed to prefer the shade indoors as only a single pair of ponies were chatting it up outside as they watched the hoof traffic pass by. Indoors the atmosphere was going for a cozy feel with dark gray stone walls heavily decorated with paintings, plants, plates and so on. In a few spots there were wooden dividers with ornately carved pillars to add to the aesthetic and keep the building from being one large room. The tables, currently occupied by a modest few parties, had comfortable looking pillows for sitting and the table cloths were a complimenting combo of colors beneath the establishments warm lighting.

Seeing Star, Haywire, and an increasingly motionless Bubo approaching, one of the stallions working there broke away in order to greet and assist them.

"Welcome to La Fleur Rouge," he said, nailing the pronunciation as one who said the name many times every day would and smiling in a friendly manner, "party of twoOOoOOWAH!?"

Noticing goggles, orange goggles no less, the waiter stumbled in his practiced routine, him holding a hoof up as if to try and ward something off.

"Please," he pleaded, "Our ovens are working fine, we don't need any improvements made to the desk bell, our waiters and waitresses can do their jobs without rocket skates and we are not interested in any kind of robotic assistance!"

"... Oh yeah..." Hay said, looking up a bit with a small smile and reminiscent shade to his features.

Dark Matter blinks against the sweat from the effort of maintaining the illusion... or was it sauce? No matter, either one getting in his eye would hurt. Possibly like the proverbial Dickens.

His concentration lapses, though, when he sees a pegasus fly forth heroically from the wreckage of the building, brandishing a... something... weapon of some sort... that glints in the sun. He seemed to be taunting the beast, although Dark couldn't hear what he was saying; something incredibly awesome and dramatic, no doubt. What a cool pegasus.

The neglected illusion quickly dissolves into thin air without any focus on it, granting apparent victory to the Calzolem (working title, he'll come up with a better name for it later).

Dark Matter turns to check on the unicorn mare who had run to the building for some reason to find that she'd found a friend and was heading towards him now. Satisfied that she was probably safe now, he turned to leave... until he remembered the pegasus. He couldn't let that guy have the spotlight all to himself.

He blows out of the corner of his mouth to dislodge a tomato chunk; he didn't exactly cut a terribly heroic figure covered in this stuff. Alas, there's no time to do anything about it now.

He nods to the approaching mare(s). "You ladies had best make yourselves scarce. This could get-" He sets his hooves and begins charging a spell. "-messy."

He even manages not to chuckle.

The giant golem of bread and mozzarella was not too pleased to first be antagonized by some puny unicorn throwing its own cheese at it and then be challenged by the sudden appearance of a giant spaghetti monster. The shrieking from the ponies scattered about the ground briefly heightened in pitch as the golem, not wanting to be shown up at his own debut, stomped forward to wrastle with the noodly illusion. It's wild and brutish swings were failing to make any truly solid contact due to the spaghetti not being real, though this was merely dismissed by the golem as it being a tad too slippery for the calzone to get a grasp on right away.

Meanwhile, back in his pony shaped crater, Darrus was slowly regaining his faculties, the pegasus having fallen back into the hole he'd created sometime around the appearance of the illusion distracting this weeks monster. He gave a low groan and tried to climb back out, his hooves struggling to lift him as he was slowly beginning to remember that he had himself a pair of incredibly well toned and handsome wings, or so he'd go on to describe them in his memoirs that he had recently decided to maybe someday kind of write if he felt like it sort of.

With a few flaps he was able to finally escape the crater, coming to a wobbly landing a few feet away and shaking his head to clear it.

"Don't worry!" he loudly said, swinging a hoof over dramatically in the direction of a nearby mare attempting to flee, her pausing with a short screech of her hooves as he spoke, "I'm perfectly fine! I've taken far worse, and a simple crash landing at terminal velocity is mere child's play for this stallion! Now get your camera ready, as I think it's about time I do something jaw dropping!" Here Darrus took off into the sky, the mare just blinking in confusion before screaming once again and resuming her terrified flight.

"Alright, you," Darrus reached for his belt nicely hidden beneath his cloak, his hoof making its way towards the sheathe of one of the few things he's owned for the longest of times, "let's see how you like thiiiiiiuuuhhhhh...?"

Gone. Of course! Wher-oh, right, Lamplight had it. Locked away somewhere at her place. Welp! How is a stallion of such presence supposed to defeat giant calzone golems without a dagger!? Many a times he'd argued this very thing with AJ back on the farm, and yet never had he gained ground when it came to carrying it on his person like he'd wanted. Well, look who's laughing now! Not Darrus, cause he isn't armed!!

Hmm...

Ah, yes, of course! He cou- a sudden dive in the air to avoid a large marinara soaked appendage, Darrus' flying having brought him a bit closer than he'd realized to the golem and the other thing he was only just now realizing existed. Two monsters? Maybe he was hit harder than he'd assumed...

Anyway! This just meant he had all the more reason to check out the restaurant and see if they had themselves a cleaver or some such stashed in the kitchen, preferably behind some breakable glass and with a plaque reading "In case of shenanigans" set above it. Deciding this plan was destined to succeed exactly as described due to Darrus' having been the one to think it up, he fell into a dive to swoop into the building the golem had exited so recently, the hole it had left behind being plenty large enough for him to swiftly soar through.

Shoulder checking into the door leading to the kitchen, bouncing off, landing in the cheese, flapping wildly to get back out, succeeding, taking a moment to taste some of it and appreciate that it was delicious then shoulder checking the door again,Darrus managed to break into the kitchen where he then rummaged through the utensils not yet sunken to the bottom of the cheese flooding the place. Tossing aside stirring spoons and wisks, his searching seemed fruitless, Darrus wondering whether or not he should just detour to the Guiding Light for a couple minutes and test whether Lamplight would forgive a broken window at a time such as this.

Deciding it would take too long and subtract from his hero time, Darrus settled for grabbing hold of the nearest handle he could reach and rushing back outside, him rapidly gaining altitude and settling for being at eye level with the golem that was beginning to think that maybe that mass of noodles wasn't what it appeared to be.

"Haha!" Darrus once again shouted to try and grasp the dueling monsters attention, "Your doom has come once again after allowing you the first strike, now, prepare yourself!!"

With that Darrus swung forth his newly acquired weapon, it being revealed to be...

A spatula.

"Perfect..." Darrus muttered with a deepening expression of determination, "I can make this work..."