"You see the Avatar Above You at a restaurant..."

The game goes as such: Based on the "feel" on the avatar alone, what drink and main dish are they ordering? Feel free to detail the setting if it fits you <3 I'll go first : )

The Avatar Above Me (invisible man) has a white platter with (apparently) nothing on it, and a clear tumbler beside them with (apparently) nothing in it. There is a typical place setting to consume this meal, and at the moment, it (appears) to be undisturbed.

Mushroom soup and fruit salat, mit an aromatic tea sweetened with wild honey.

The table is set with a dark wood bento box, laquered chopsticks, and organic green tea for beverage. The little rest for the chopsticks are two frogs shooting their tongues towards each other. The tablecloth beneath is a woven bamboo mat depicting a crimson setting sun, a background of black and white swirls.

The person eating the meal has not arrived yet.

A big cauldron of stone soup, amidst a campout with a central bonfire. Among the sides are fire baked potatoes, percolating coffee, and wild greens salat. There seems to only be two seats around the firepit, who are you expecting?

Figure, that I'm the only old obsolete model answering. Makes me want to break something.

The time portal opens in a massive cavern carved beset with stalactites. Decorating these pillars are a miasma of iridescent fungi, shining like spectral lights 80 feet above. Their radiance pulse with a faint glow, and adding to the warmth of this massive chamber is a gigantic sphere of unimaginable radiance. It fades to a gentle shimmer as it senses your presence approaching. At the same time from a side chamber, a colossal behemoth of a shark pokes its nose through the opening. Tiny glowing lights adorn it's massive form, almost giving it the appearance of a delightful Christmas tree from millennia past. It smiles wide as you approach, and you see tucked beneath its fins mountains of wonderfully frosted sugar cookies. Its booming voice echoes throughout the chamber,

"wwWWwwWWWELCOME, YOUNG ONE!! It has been quite some time since I received the delight of mortal company! PllLLLlllLeeeease come warm yourself by the One Who Glows and let us speak of Times long gone. Wait here, and I shall get the tea."

(I am a little disappointed at the lack of response, too. I haven't given up yet, though. If nothing comes of it, I will simply make another creative post, fear not.)

Its an interesting quandary, what would a host whom is gaseous in form serve?

The light-as-air entrees are full of flavor, despite their seemingly immaterial presentation. However their aromas invoke the Madeleine effect on the guest. They evoke fond memories of past meals with significant people in life, even reliving the moments.

The setting is dream-like, you don't recall falling alseep though you awaken as if you were.

Chess by mail can fun no matter how it unfolds.

A sandpaper grinder with what can only be hoped is just dark red colored water for reducing friction sat in a bottle next to the large machine. More peculiarly, a stained, chipped axe sat propped up against the back board of the chair.

The table in this modest Bed and Breakfast is a polished dark mahogany with intricate blue swirls decorating its edges. The dining ware is beset with hand-painted red cats, and the platter in the center holds a particularly massive black forest cake. The table cloth is a curious background of ruddy brown and misty whorls of smoke.

There is a curious set of dinosaur footprints leading up to this table, suggesting the occupant has scarfed the main course and is waiting to digest before continuing dessert.

Liquid diet, served by a talented albeit misguided person of science. Some of the beakers have fluids of several colors, others of fragrant nature. All give the desired nutrition, though lack some filling effect. Flavor is less notable...

The setting is merely steel tables with stools and dry ice to cool the selections.

I hear a voice from the next table, more distant-sounding than I know it is. “If life is a dream, what is it to a non-dreamer?” I turn, ready to reply—and am met with the most bizarre sight. A goat, a duck, and a flamingo, all taking turns eating from a bowl of oats. “Is this a dream? Am I the dreamer?” A waiter approaches their table and all three animals look up in unison. I can now see that the oat bowl is empty, impossibly so, if it had just been full a moment prior. Fog is swirling around the group of 4, now, the waiter having sat down with the group. The animals turn to me and stare into my soul. “You are the dreamer. Wake up.” I can hear the waiter, panicked: “Wait, you haven’t paid yet!” but I’ve already begun to fade out of existence.

The table is a dark stained wood; Shiny and reflective. A dolly lace tablecloth covers it. A ceramic kettle sits with steam dancing out of it's spout tell-tale of it's hot contents, next to it is a cup that matches it design.

There is a bowl of chicken noodle soup for warming up someone in this cold winter month, and meatloaf and steamed vegetables as a suitable main course. Desert is a Swiss roll.

The laboratory cafeteria is surprisingly busy at 3:32 in the morning. The red-eye crew is at peak efficiency, serving standard fare in the forms of meatloaf, french-cut style green beans, and mashed potatoes. The booths and tables harbor dulcet tones of medical blue and green, their flat white tables almost garish in sterility.

Various experiments wander the area, save for one, who has sat to enjoy a salad. The bowl before them has designs of neon green faeries dancing around it. No one is sitting across from her at the moment.

An outdoor fiesta, with a touch of masquerade. The tables are set with traditional foods, sides and steel tubs with bottled sodas in ice. Whomever is being celebrated has insisted on piñatas of [I]El Chupacabras[/I]. In the background is the improvised DJ booth blaring the reggaeton beats that are waking the neighborhood. This kind of meeting lasts well after midnight...

It's snowing outside. It's warm and cozy inside the cafe, which smells of hot chocolate. You spot a stuffed dragon sitting at a table by itself, an open children's menu in front of it, and its owner nowhere in sight. You can't help but wonder...

Has it ordered yet?

walks in, The tone shifts. I quick look at the hostess. I mirror her gasp, as if to breathe is too bold. Her face reads as annoyed and a bit worried. She leads you to a booth, away from others. I wonder if you feel everyone's eyes on you. Your aura is... chaotic. loud. boisterous. not very self-aware. There's an awkward silence that falls over the dining room, save for the quick sharp clanging of ice and mental silverware clumsily knocking against glass. As the minutes pass, the tension eases. Patrons return to their lighthearted conversations over dinner. You can hear soft laughter, the low mumble of simultaneous conversation, and the meandering piano in the background, attempting to provide some ambiance. I look over to your table, careful not to draw too much attention. My curiosity would never allow me to leave this restaurant without knowing what you ordered. I'm surprised to see you have no food, but three drinks in front of you. One, a strawberry milkshake, a soda, and the other, a hot tea. Unconsciously, i crack a smile. Our eyes meet and i feel my face getting hot. You smile back, sheepishly. I feel a pang deep in my stomach.. the guilt of having judged you based on appearances alone. I exit the Applebees and feel the cold rush of winter hit my face. I clutch the opening of my cardigan and create a fortress with my arms against my torso. I'll probably tweet about this later.

"LOL demigod dude at Applebees ordered no food but a milkshake, a coke, and a hot tea. WTF"

Its a Japanese anime themed restaurant, this section dealing with the teenaged heroines of the various stories. The appetizers include divinities and many other treats of the culture. They offer both oriental and occidental teas, but a Coke is out of place and yet costs $15. Just outside of the dining area is the huge arcade, with the ratings going well into M.

Clearly this is not a traditional family oriented place.

(Please excuse mine ignorance, that's the first thing to pop in mine obsolete mind. ;) )

You're at a cafe on a chilly autumn day, your cup of coffee warm on your palms. The door swings open, and a gray striped cat walks inside. Nobody bats an eye, but you can't help but watch.

"The usual, Mr. Stripey?"

"Meow!"

The cat is given a plate of ham that you usually see on croissants. It purrs in delight and dines away.