A gust of heat and grease baptizes you with the most delicious scent. All visitors to Kiki City are anointed this way. Welcome to Morty's Borgars!
You smile at the humongous borgarman behind the counter. Before you can guess what he might serve you, his neck and throat erupt with a tarry purr accompanied by the words, “You a student?”.
You are, you reply with pride you’ve yet to practice.
“Town’s full of students this time of year.” observes the hunky giant. He's satisfied at his quick identification of you. But the streets are empty of anyone, let alone students, you counter. “You're here early on Friday, most Kikis are out playing tag.”
He turns his back to you for a moment. You hear the sudden hiss of meat being grilled. He pours some milk into a sealable paper cup, arranges some bread, then pushes a meal across the counter.
You place your Kiki Coins on the faux pine surface and reach towards this salvation, pulse quivering at the thought of precious glucose.
Artist: RISA