"I'm not your friend."

She will order some fried chicken, though.

The wait is almost intolerable. Her stomach feels like it’s eating herself. 

Gaaah.

Riley will start crying.

Glowing naked children: surprising to everyone in the fried chicken place.

An old woman comes over.

"Excuse me, are you three alright?"

"I'm hungry and I might be going to turn into a monster."

"She means a totally cool super-person, ma'am." 

"I'm going to turn into a cocoon!"

"She seems a bit old to be this upset about a game. There must be something worse than that going on."

"Do you want some of my chips? I've had about enough of them."

"We are not eating some old lady's leftovers."

"Yes please."

Ugh. Apparently they are eating some old lady's leftovers.

(at around this point, Riley will briefly imagine having an implausibly large number of identical boyfriends)

"What's your name, dear? I'm Andrea."

Huh? Oh, the woman asked her name.

"Riley."

"Riley, whatever those boys told you, people don't turn into monsters or cocoons or super-people. We just stay people."

"Do we look like normal folks, ma'am?"

"You look like you have very fancy face-paint."

He hovers into the air, a little smugly.

"Is that witchcraft?"

"People can do all kinds of things these days."

"How are you doing that?"

The boy shrugs. “How do you do anything?”

"And how are you planning to turn Riley into a so-called super-person?"

"Oh, she's already infected."