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He got up and made breakfast.

"Y'know what, Pepper?" Beckett asked. "I have an idea! See, I'm sort of familiar with this sort of town–not this specific one, but ones like it–and I bet we could find some sorta old-timey diner. And since you don't seem to be from here, that'd be a first for you! What d'you say?"
He wasn't about to eat whatever Vozrael cooked up. He trusted Voz as far as he could throw him, which wouldn't be far on a good day and definitely wouldn't be far with a broken wrist.
Shit, his wrist was still broken. Maybe he could make a stop at an ER while looking for a diner.

"Ooh, a diner sounds nice!" Peppermint beamed up at Beckett, holding her doll close. "Let's go find a diner!"

Nyx sat at the table and watched Vozreal. Her dream was still stuck in her head, and she didn't feel all the way lucid yet.
In her dream, Seven had been sitting on the end of her bed, just as she remembered him, young and rambunctious and whole and perfect. He had smiled at her. "Hi, Nyx."
"Seven," she'd said.
"You know you like him, Nyx."
Her face had gone hot. "Who?"
"You know." He'd tilted his head towards the door. That was Seven, all right, wise beyond his years, some sort of inborn knowledge sparkling in his pale green eyes.
"I - what?"
"Don't lie to yourself, Nyx."
She'd bitten her lip, refusing to meet those green eyes.
"It's okay, Nyx. I know. And it's okay."
Silence, and then he'd leaned forwards and grabbed her hand, just like he used to do. "Nyx."
She'd looked at him, his reassuring gaze.
"It's okay," he told her. "I still love Phoenix."
And with that, he'd dissolved into starlight, and she couldn't remember anything else.

"Did you dream of anything last night, Nyx?"

“A diner? I’ve never been to one of those places before.” Ivchenko admitted, but he couldn’t help but feel curious at the idea of going off to one.

"Alright, anyone want to come with?" Beckett proposed. "Tall…being? Radiohead? Gingerale?"
He rocked back on his heels, a slight smile on his face. Maybe this would give him the jolt of purpose that he needed. Of course, he'd thought everything else would, too, but maybe this time would be different.

"I'm making breakfast right now, but I wouldn't mind going."

"Oh, I never told you my name, did I? Name's Vozreal."

Nyx looked up. "Mm?"

"I asked what did you dream last night, Nyx."

"Cool, but I think I'll stick with Radiohead," Beckett said. It was easier to just give nicknames to people. Real names were a level of intimacy that he didn't want to use with anyone, least of all some untrustworthy hellspawn. If you pretended to be detached from people, then they couldn't hurt you.
Right?

Dang, he's intuitive.
"Nothing really."

“Is tall being my nickname, then?” Ivchenko questioned. He wasn’t bothered by it if that was the case - it held an air of truth to it, after all. “Yes. I’ll be joining you two.”

"Better than other nicknames, I suppose…" He said. He thought the opposite; that nicknames were for intimacy, and actual names was more formal.

"Also, I know you're lying Nyx." He said. Takes one to know one, am I right?

"I dreamed about cake," she said, which was true; she'd dreamed of Anne's cake.

"And?" He said.

"I told you," she said stiffly, "cake. The one I was telling you about yesterday?"

"If it works for both of us, I guess. Unless you've got a better suggestion or something?" Beckett asked. "Anyways, we should probably get going if we want to beat any sort of crowd. You know, I haven't been to a diner since my friends and I went to one while we were visiting the Capital. Technically speaking we sped the whole way there since it was so late, but we didn't get caught. I guess you could call it…a slight rebellion off Madison."
He laughed, then realized that his joke was far too obscure to be found funny by anyone else.

"Ah, okay! But who was in this dream about cake?"

"Anne. She was making it. Why are you so curious? Are you a dream augur or something?"

"There's not a lot of people living here, so there's no crowd."

"Of sorts." He said