*note* One day, maybe, Becka and Ka-chan will right a better introduction for this page. Maybe... Anyhoos, what is "The Menu" you ask? Well, one day, Karen phoned Becka with an idea. Her idea was to make foods based on various anime characters, some of which just sound damn tasty. The characters aren't strictly Utena characters- they range from series such as Rurouni Kenshin and Fushugi Yuugi to Photon and Berserk. With -every- update we make, we will add more dishes until we have a menu which encompasses the entire genre known as anime! Becka and Ka-chan decided to take a little trip to a restaurant (no, -not- McDonalds). After much debate, they conclude that their best bet is that all-time, ritzy, high-class place (we did say, "not McDonalds," right?) The Restaurant at the Ends of the World. Karen pokes Becka's shoulder, "Umm Becka 'the -Ends- of the World' ?" "Just try not to think about it," Becka's replies feebly.
Becka and Karen pull up in front of the large, towering, altogether imposing building with the elegant, fearsome sign which reads, "The Restaurant at the Ends of the World. " They enter, pointedly ignoring the Tuxedo-clad man who is fruitlessly trying to climb up it. As always, the two of them have opted for less traditional methods of attire. Karen wears what is supposed to be 18th century masculine garb- a frilly ecru shirt with long puffy sleeves, dark blue velvet jacket and matching spandex, and high-heeled black boots. Her hair is pulled severely back, as usual, although this time tied with a thin, matching, blue velvet bow. Never to be outdone by Karen, despite any pride she has or used to have Becka wears something a little more well, less substantial. Somehow the word, "dominatrix" applies, right down to the handcuffs and multitude of whips which hang from her chain-belt. As the host pulls out two menus, he looks Becka up and down, grinning, "Ah, I see you've been here before." After Becka and Karen pull themselves up off the floor, they follow the host. They are escorted to a soft, candle-lit table for two as a symphony orchestra intones the gentle strains of "It's the End of the World as We Know It" ? Needless to say, though really by now you know that has -never- stopped us before, Becka and Ka-chan fear. They look at the closed menus in front of them. Karen ponders, "What kind of food would a place like this serve ?" Becka shakes her head, causing various bits of chain and leather to cheerfully jingle, "I don't -want- to know " They glance warily at one another. Karen opens her mouth but is cut off by Becka (for once). "You open it first." "No, you." "No way- I don't want to!" "Me neither!" " but I'm hungry " " me too " Slowing inching forward, Becka mutters, "Okay we open at the same time " " fine " They both take up battle stances and their menus, and one of them begins the count. "One two " "Wait!" "What?" "Do we go, 'one two three,' then open on 'three', or do we go, 'one two three ' then open it?" "It doesn't matter!" "Fine fine. Just count." "One two "
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