“There you go, sir.” Said Hannah, putting the plates of curry, rice, poppadoms and a glass of iced tea down in front of their first customer.
“Thanks.” The guy said, picking up his knife and fork.
“Hang on…do I know you?” Hannah asked, peering at the guy.
“Um…dunno.” He said, tentatively. “My name's Grant, Grant Nicholas. DO you know me?”
Hannah stood with her mouth wide open.
“OH MY GOD!” She turned and ran towards the other end of the restaurant where Jess was pretending to read a newspaper which had two huge eyeholes cut in it. “JESS! GRANT FROM FEEDER IS IN OUR RESTAURANT!” Hannah squeaked.
“Who?” Jess asked, searching her pockets for some binoculars.
“You know…CD player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Player! Playe-“
“Shut up, Hannah.”
“Yeah, shut up, Hannah.” Grant called over. “I was trying to enjoy this curry…damn, it's good! Who the hell have you got back there?!” Grant had another spoonful of curry, then chewed on the bread. “Jesus, this is fantastic too! It tastes like it's home-made!!”
The kitchen door was flung open by Jamie. “Yes. Yes it is. Thank you very much.” He disappeared again.
Hannah grinned. “You like our restaurant, don't you!?”
“Maybe.” Grant said cautiously. “Can I eat my meal, please?”
“Sure!” Hannah smiled at him.
“Without you sitting at my table and admiring my perfect table manners?”
“Sorry…” Hannah begrudgingly got up and made her way back to the kitchen, passing Jess on the way who had somehow managed to acquire a long-lens telescope, rather similar to one you'd see at the seaside.
“Jess, would you mind? I'm trying to eat my dinner, ja?” The telescope was so long-lens that the end kept hitting Nightcrawler on the back of the head.
“Sorry.” Jess put it down and walked sheepishly into the kitchen.

Jamie put his fifteenth plate of curry down on the hatch shelf.
“Can…can I take a br-“ He started, exhausted.
“MORE!” Hannah demanded, grabbing the plate and going to serve it up. “More curry?” She asked Grant, sauntering over.
“Um…I've had fourteen servings.” Grant said, indicating to the hundreds of empty plates around him.
“Um…yeah…another plateful?” Hannah reiterated.
“I don't think I could manage any m-“
“What's the problem? Isn't it good enough? Don't you like it?” Hannah asked, threateningly.
“Um, no…no…it's great…” Grant took the plate and put it down in front of him, hoping his digestive system would hold out.
“…and then we got put in prison…” Jess had given up trying to stalk Nightcrawler and was now dictating her life story to him.
“Ok, ok…that's enough.” He reached out and covered her mouth with his tail. Well, she had been rabbiting on for 3 and a half hours.
Jess' eyes rolled and with a whimper she fainted and fell off her chair.
Hannah ran out of the restaurant and down the street a little way until she arrived at a record store.
“Hello!” She chirruped, walking in but no one replied. “Oh, fine then.” She was surprised that no one was watching the store, but she heard some rustling in what looked like a store cupboard at the back of the shop. She looked around for some classy jazz music and settled on a 'Best Of Miles Davies' CD for the restaurant.
She started to think that this was probably her rival shop…and whoever owned it was going to be her arch nemesis most probably. She shrugged off the thought and approached the counter and saw a service bell laying on it. She thought that when she opened her store it definitely wouldn't have one of those because they were a bit sad.
Refusing to ping it, she cleared her throat loudly instead. The rustling in the room stopped abruptly and the owner walked out.
“NO!” Hannah gasped.
“What?” Natalie Imbruglia looked up innocently. “Oh my GOD, it's YOU!!” She screeched. “But I left Earth because I knew you'd just started a new book with your little friend and you were bound to pull me into it!”
“I am NOT buying anything from here!” Hannah spat (not literally of course – that would just be unhygienic). She walked out, slamming the door behind her.

“Where's our CD?” Jess asked as Hannah came in, dropping a pair of night vision goggles.
“That BITCH is running the music shop!” Hannah exclaimed, slumping down onto a chair.
“I've finish-“
“Another 15.” Hannah cut Jamie off before he could complete his sentence.
“Which bitch?” Jess asked.
“The NATALIE BITCH!” Hannah replied.
“Oh.” Jess got up and walked over. “Well, never mind…you can buy all your music stuff in your OWN shop. You don't have to go NEAR her.”
“But she'll be my RIVAL! In love AND music!” Hannah whinged.
Jess sighed.
“I'm SURE you won't fight over a tail.”
“What?”
“Er…male.”
Hannah looked at Jess strangely.
“Hmm.”
“Your businesses' rivalry doesn't have to Kurt.”
“WHAT?!”
“HURT! HURT!” Jess went red. “Oh SH*T.”
Hannah frowned. “You're weird.”
“Don't hold it against me.” Jess replied. Nightcrawler looked up. “I wasn't talking to you, of course…you can hold anything against me.” There was a silence. “Particularly that.”
Nightcrawler hurriedly grabbed a hold of his tail and held it protectively.
“Stop scaring the customers, Jess, and get out the hoover. This place is a mess.” Jess walked off and Hannah paced to the window and peered out down the shopping street. She spotted a pair of eyes glaring back at her through the record shop window and leapt back, pretending nothing had happened.
“I feel sick.” Grant groaned.
The kitchen door opened. “Pardon?” Asked Jamie.
“Oh, it was very good, I just ate too much.”
Jamie disappeared again.
“It's like a Nazi interrogation party in here.” Grant muttered.
“Hello!” Hannah grinned, sitting down at his table.
“You know,” Grant started thoughtfully. “You look like a girl who attended one of my band's gigs back in the 90's in the Roadmender's Club in Nottingham.”
Hannah nodded. “Yeah, that's my sister.”
“She drank all my beer – I couldn't afford any more.” Grant said sadly.
Hannah patted him on the head.
“Well…since you're paying for the 20 curry's you ate, I could PROBABLY wangle you a free beer now.”
Grant looked up.
“But I only ordered ONE curry! You gave me the rest!”
“HA! Hardly, young man. Do you know how much those things COST? I'm not MADE of money, you know.”
“I didn't ASK for them!”
“Do you WANT a free beer?”
“YES!”
“Then PAY FOR YOUR GODDAMN CURRIES!” Hannah screamed at him.
Grant got his wallet out.
“COULD ALL RESIDENTS OF THE ORION 4000 PLEASE CONGREGATE IN THE MEETING ROOM ON THE TWELFTH FLOOR!” Said a robotic voice over a tannoy.
Jess turned to the table Kurt was sitting at buy he had teleported away and all that was left was a small cloud of smoke.
“Bugger.”
“Come on, J. Grant, you coming?” Hannah grabbed their now only customer.
“Can I co-“ Hannah kicked Jamie back into the kitchen.
“I WANT 17 MORE CURRIES, PRONTO!”