You are in a restaurant when suddenly the last character you created sits down across from you, what do you do?

[WardenCelestine]

I'm sure this can only end well.

[Lady Selune]

Hello anthromoporphic schitzophrenic Canada pre-WWI, what can I do for you?

[Carlyle]

Please don't rob me or force me to do the slav squat.

[stardust]

Good evening, Admiral. Fire lots of nukes today?

[PlatinumSkink]

... Um. Hi, Mariette. Seeing as you're here, I can't help but wonder what kind of mission your master sent you on this time. I sincerely hope it has nothing to do with me. I'd rather not be gobbled up by an indescribable multidimensional horror with unpronounceable name. That'd be an awful end of today. So, uh. How's the champion of darkness life treating you?

<wouldn't attempt running, it's not like I'd be able to escape XD>