After closing the restaurant for the night, Blake sleeps on a cheap bed wedged into a storeroom in the back. Her home lot is just a blank lot – the Spline-a-Teria is where she lives.
Maybe some day the restaurant will bring in enough money that she can afford an actual house.
Blake took a break from the restaurant to head into the city. She spent an evening at a bar in San Myshuno’s Spice Market, hitting on everyone in sight.
And getting shot down by everyone in sight.
These two old dudes are having the world’s worst date. They took a pass on the fish pie, and ordered plain bread instead.