For the second night at the restaurant, Aaron need a server, since Kennedy already has a job and everything, so he can’t help out every night. Apparently Aaron’s paying well because that’s one of the BV tourist teens, so she’s got quite the commute. But she’s a good server...
...most of the time. Poor Margo.
Meanwhile, at another table....Does this seem like cannibalism to you? :\ (Yeah, normally I ban plant-people and vampires from restaurants, because they don’t eat, but since there’s such a small pool for community lots to draw from in this neighborhood...)
And Aaron’s mom stopped by, too.
Aaron: Aw, c’mon, Ma. You know you want to eat at my place.
Arcadia: I don’t know, bub. I remember all those “kitchen experiments” of yours when you were a kid...