Sun lines up in one of the shorter queues. Khan is standing beside him, using Replicate to copy a sundae in a cone that is being served to another customer. Seems unsatisfied with the layers of ice cream he has in his, Khan uses his magic again so that the dairy alone is a feet-and-a-half tall.
“You want some, Master Sun?” invited Khan, to which Sun shakes his head, chuckling as he did because he remembers what Thanatos said before: “…your Sentinel can disobey you.”
Sun is given a number stab after ordering and is told to sit while he waits for the fries.
“What is that number for?” asked Khan as his Subject browses for an empty seat inside the fast-food.
“They ran out of fries P’. I’ll have to wait while they make new ones for my order. Let us find somewhere I can sit,” said Sun. He finds a four-chaired table where only one is seated, having a burger, by the left wall.
“There P’. Let’s go and see if we can sit with that man.”
“Okay.”