So the man that we found in the hole was still asleep. At least that is what Martha had told me.

I felt bad for the man. He lost his leg, and by his screaming he didn't seem to know he didn't have a leg before. So I brought out a fruit basket, cookies, and a cake.

I had gotten into baking during the dry spell of all things creepy and scary the whole team had got. Of course our brake lasted for only two weeks, but you take what you can get.

I knocked on Martha's door politely. Sure we hadn't got along in the past, and I still hated her for being a whore that flirted with anything that could blink, but I was willing to be a decent person.

Thankfully Andor answered the door, and I mean he was so polite that no one could hate him. The world would probably start having cats and dogs bang before he was mean.

"I brought food," I said, squeezing through the door before he could say anything else.

Hope was out hunting for some ingredient with Jordan, so she wasn't here.

I couldn't see Martha as I scoped out the area. It just seemed to be me, him, and the one legged guy.

Andor started to slowly shut the door, still very bewildered why one of his girlfriends teammates barged in with a fruit basket. "Are you okay?" He asked me.

I slammed the fruit basket on the living room coffee table. The one legged man had his eyes closed, still fast asleep on the couch.

"I'm fine." I continued to place the potluck dinner on the coffee table.

"He has spoken," Andor informed me, "if your going to try to get some type of information off him. The medicine hasn't kicked in yet."

I arched my eyebrows at him. "What?" That was an interesting bit of information to give to me. "Why would I want to interrogate a man that doesn't even look like he's 5, 4?"

Andor shoved his hands awkwardly into his pants pockets. "He was a guard for the Inertia."

I stood up quickly from the table, pondering if that meant this man was dangerous. "Do you remember him?"

He shook his head no, smiling to himself. "I never got to see any guards except the Lieutenant and my father." He cleared his throat. "I didn't get to much see anybody."

He threw his hand through his hair, which is the same thing Tucker does when he's upset. It's the mans code word for "I'm not talking about this anymore, but I'm not telling you that flat out because I want you to like me."

"No", he pointed to the mans sleeve, which he a golden emblem sewn into it, "he has a badge. I did see that when I was their."

I bit my lip, still looking at the one legged man. He didn't look dangerous, so it didn't make much sense that he worked at a very dangerous place. He, quiet frankly, looked very sad with chapped lips, bloodied up hair, and just a scrappy mess.

"You cooked all of this," Andor pointed to the food that I had prepared.

"Baked," I corrected.

He laughed a little to himself again. I believe he does that when people are endearing. "You should start a restaurant."

Lightbulb!

"I should, shouldn't I!" I exclaimed.

"Yes," Andor nodded his head yes, "totally." I think, he thought though, that I was joking.

"But for a restaurant I need guests," I spoke out loud.

"Uhh I-I mean," Andor stammered out. "I guess you do-"

"But Tucker's out of town-"

Other lightbulb!

I grabbed Andor's very stiff hand, "Come with me!"

"Hey," I quickly got out the one word before Sonja grabbed me away as well.

Of course it was strange enough when I saw her hauling Andor around in the fields behind the farmhouse. Then she spotted me, almost peeked up her ears like a fox, and grabbed me.

"I-" Now this is strange. "What?"

She let us both go, the turned to stare at us both, and gave a big smirk. I swore it looked like she was taking the same meds as I did.

"I'm making a restaurant." She gave a bright optimistic smile, teeth and all.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Sonja looked like she lost all her marbles.

"Think about it," She lifted up her hands at the sky, painting a picture in her imagination that we couldn't see, "what is the one place this crummy little kingdom doesn't have-"

"It's more of ruble anymore-," Andor interrupted, "-but thanks for calling it a kingdom."

"-A restaurant!" She exclaimed, completely ignoring the fact that it didn't seem like Andor wanted a restaurant in the 'kingdom'.

Of course he wouldn't complain because that's how he was. He called it being polite. I called it being easily stepped on.

"Why are we involved in this?" I asked.

"I need guests," She said plainly.

Of course her tone, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, didn't make me feel any better. I did not want to go to a restaurant in a fancy dress and drink wine like any other white picket family. Period.

"No," I answered, mimicking he plain tone.

She sighed, dissatisfied with my answer. "What?-"

"I don't restaurant." I stated.

"But it's not going to be fancy," She started to negotiate with me, "it's going to be a nice little quaint place. A great place for the kiddies."

"-Sonja, the closest thing I have to kids is a the disease that the witch I just murdered probably gave to me-" I added.

"Please-" she begged. "You need a brake. Let me cook for you guys please. I really want this restaurant."

I didn't answer, but she continued to keep saying please and please over again. Usually it's me with the crazy antics, you know landscaping an alter for Jordan to forcefully get married in, stealing a cat from hell, and - my favorite - taking some of Jordan's blood for extra cash.

(Don't tell him about that last one. He still doesn't know)

So if Sonja was actually being as overdramatic as I normally am, this was important to her. As much as I wish it wasn't, it was.

"Fine," I answered sternly. "You win."

"Yes," She clapped in jubilation. The she took a 360 degree turn and pointed right back to me. "You can get dressed into something nice. I might need a few minutes."

I took a big deep breath of relief because she really did look happy, joyful even. That was reassuring enough. I could deal with a nasty dinner date.

"Okay."

She was right with the changing thing. My clothes were permanently stained with witches blood, and I was reeking of old hag.

I bought myself time with the whole 'get into new clothes thing'. Even though Andor looked fine, and I wasn't expecting Hope to be more fancy then jeans without holes in them.

I realized, though, that I didn't have plates or a table. In that prospect, I didn't have food either. I was under staffed.

I needed all those things and I needed them fast. I needed a god.

Well Ianite isn't that powerful here, and Mianite is kinda a dick. I seem to only have one option.

I prayed to Dianite.

Not in a follower type of way. In a 'due me a favor and I'll pay you a few bucks' way. It was a business offer. I was in no way, shape, or form going to make him my god. I rather gag on spit.

The buzzing noise started to become present. Everyone had realized this noice meant Dianite.

He appeared, his eyes widened in shock. "Well. I wasn't excepting the quiet one out of all of the options." He folded his hands together, with a devilish smile on his face. "What do you need dear?"

"I'm making a restaurant," I explained.

I don't think Dianite was expecting that answer.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me strangely. He then stroked his chin, which had little hair on it. He gave me an evil smirk, but the less then no beard he had made him look menacing. "Well then we could strike a deal-"

"I'm very glad you brought that up," I interrupted.

He laughed to himself, hiding his mouth behind the color of his suit. Then a black leather suitcase appeared in his hand. His gripped the case so hard it almost seemed to be bound to him.

"Well let's see what we can divide up-"

"I refuse to sell my soul or any part of it." I interrupted again, laying at my cards straight in front. I've never made a deal directly with the devil, but I have made deals with people very similar.

I wasn't new to how snakes knew how to find lope holes easily.

He tapped his forehead. "Clever woman."

I appreciated the fact that he used woman.

"Hmm," he thought to himself for a while. "Well I quite like you, and I think you deserve a few freebies for being so understanding to, well, anything." He smirked again, which seemed to be the permanent shape of his lips anymore.

He inhaled quickly as an idea sparked in his brain. "I actually do need something. The badge of a guard from the Inertia."

I immediately thought of the man on the couch. The Inertia was barely a thing anymore, and I who would want to work there if it was. The wages were probably horrible, and I doubt the food was that terribly good. I wouldn't want that man going back to work there anyway-.

"You get me that, and I will create the restaurant of your dream," Dianite snapped his fingers and table unfurled right in front of him. He opened the suitcase and sat it down on the table. He lent out his hand, "do we have a deal. This might not go well if you don't get the badge."

"Don't worry," I tried to imitate his smirk. "I'll get the badge."

I shook his hand.

When Sonja said she was making a restaurant, I expected a table in her and Tucker's living room.

Not a freaking five star restaurant that, like, fancy people went to.

The door that would usually lead to there storage room -that used to be the size of a closet, may I add- was now at least as big as the bottom floor of the castle.

Christ sake.

She had put up all these glowy lights in the ceiling, and they sparkled like stars. She put down enough tables to feed Mianite's zombie army. All the tables that were scrambled around on the dark planked flooring had a white clothe on them. On each little table was a little flower, which a bright cheerful yellow.

The food - yes there was actual food- smelled good. Hell the food smelled great.

"What the-"

"-fuck." I finished off for Andor, who was right beside me and probably as estranged as me to the whole situation.

"Good thing I wore jeans without rips in them," I added.

Sonja popped up right in front of us. By pop, I mean pop. She just jumped up out of nowhere.

She pushed into the restaurant. "Both of you sit down, and then I'll get the food, but-" she trailed off "- I need to run an errand."

Her running off like that for an errand didn't worry me. Sonja wasn't confident when she didn't feel confident, and she looked confident. Whatever she had to do, she would get it done in a matter of seconds.

Sonja ran down the hallway, shoving boots on midway. She got out the door quickly enough. The door slammed shut, leaving me with my worse nightmare.

"Well," Andor gave me a bright smile, "this will be excited."

"This will be hell," I mumbled, walking forward.

"How would you like to invest in some real estate!"

The man on the couch twisted around on the couch. Rubbing through his ragged face.

I had decided it was time to get up because I desperately needed something.

"Hey," I snapped my fingers, growing impatient. "Wake up. I've got a deal to finish."

I backed up from the couch as the guard leaned up, which was a lot more difficult because he had one leg missing. The badge was right on the coffee table, so close to grasp.

He had brown eyes, a little more muddy then Hope's. His complexion was grey, as if his skin was tired, and his hair was a tangled mess. It looked naturally a tangled mess, though.

He didn't seem scary, just pitiful. I felt bad for what I was about to do.

"What?" He seemed confused.

I mean his voice though, was like, so high pitch. He sounded like he sucked up ten helium balloons and that stuff that made the boys go insane in Athoria.

Maybe I should start slow.

I sat down on Martha's antique rocking chair. "Sorry." I started light. "I'm Sonja, you are-."

"I'm Tom-"

Oh because we don't have enough of those.

"-I was a guard at a-" he paused choosing words carefully.

Of course he didn't need to choose those words carefully. I already knew he was a guard, and I wasn't planning on killing him already because he had an O.D'd leg.

"-I worked as a guard." He spoke.

"So," I tried to be charming, like Tucker does, "guard Tom it is!"

Awkward silence.

Yeah, Tucker is a lot better at this then me.

"You're going to need somewhere to stay," I shrugged, giving some sort of half smile, kinda like Hope does when she stares all dopey eyed at Andor.

If I take the few good traits everyone in our team has, I can make this work.

"I was-" he stuttered, "I was planning on leaving."

"No your not," I said cheerfully with a smile. I glanced down at his leg, and then realized how much more I probably should have smiled.

"-I didn't mean-"

"No," he sighed, "You're right, maybe it's time to start laying low-"

"OKAY!" This is my chance to take the grab. "So let's talk real estate."

"I-" he caught his words again,"-What type of place."

Oh crap.

What type of place? What type of place?

I stood up because I just used Tom's every brilliance and Jordan's smart combined into one to think of the perfect plan.

"Here of course. I mean why do you think I sat you here?"

"This place." He seemed pleased with that idea, "I don't think I could afford this."

I gave a bit of an evil smirk, which I'm not very good at, but it was worth a shot. "You know what! I like you, so I'll make a deal. Trade me that badge for this place."

"Umm," he lifted up the badge in front of it. He scowled, but had pride in his eyes. It almost seemed like his own burden. "Sure," he shrugged, and his scowl changed to a smile. "I don't need it."

He tossed me the badge.

I woke up to this damned unending knocking at my door.

I leaned up from my bed, which didn't have a frame yet, but at least the place had a wood floor.

"Every time I go to sleep I can't sleep because some asshole knocks on my door," I mumbled to myself.

I had been working on these throwing knives for Sonja. Let's just say that had a 'blaze to them'.

Okay never mind.

I swung open the door, and you damn well better know that it was Farmer Steve's ass waking me up at the ungodly hour of 4:00 P:M. Doesn't he realize I just went on a witch hunt.

"What!?" I snapped.

Steve had a grip on the collar of a man. More so, the man that we had found in that hole. The only thing the guy had with him was crutches and a bag.

Steve pushed the guy into my Castle. "This Guard Tom, your knew roommate!"