Fast Food

"What would you like to order?"

"Hmm, let's go with the burger special."

"Fast or slow?"

"Well, obviously fast."

The woman standing at the counter of the popular fast food restaurant gave a slight nod as the Creator paid for her meal. In return, the cashier handed over a goldish coin with hundreds of micro-notches etched into the rim, pointing towards the gumball machines next to the drink corner. Without waiting for her companion, she gleefully skipped over, inserting the coin before turning the crank. Or, at least, pretended to turn one as it didn't actually exist. It didn't take more than a few seconds for the little hole on its side to pop open, her meal ready and waiting. As you might expect, it was brown and gumball-shaped, but it was definitely a burger, with all the flavor and calories.

"You're the only one I know who eats those things," Microwave sighed for the millionth time, holding a proper burger on a tray. "I can't imagine how they're still being sold."

"But look at how easy it is!" she exclaimed, tossing the marble into her mouth and sucking. It was much too dense to chew without chipping her teeth. "Look! No sauce, grease, or bread sticking to my hands!"

"There are things such as napkins, you know? Not to mention cleaning spells."

"But it only took a moment to eat, and I can savor it for longer! Researchers eat them all the time."

"What year are you living in?" She immediately averted her eyes. After all, the researchers the Creator and Microwave knew left their work to their personal assistants.

"...well, it doesn't matter anyway. They're not going to stop selling them," she muttered sulkily.

"Why? Are you funding them or something?" it offhandedly spoke as they took their seat.

"Yep!"

"..." Microwave could only stare in disbelief. On its face, it sounded crazy that a random person would sponsor a fast food joint only to eat a specific meal. But this was the Creator: someone with such whimsical spending habits that wasting a trillion yen was only a drop in the bucket. It could only feel bad for the place not if, but when she arbitrarily decided to stop.

As such, Microwave turned a blind eye once again to her financial illiteracy, deciding to ask the question that was really on its mind. "So, Ava why did you--"

"Charlotte," she immediately interrupted.

"...sorry?"

"Charlotte. That's my name."

"Wasn't it Ava yesterday? And Victoria the day before?"

"And?" she tilted her head ever so slightly, as though asking if anything was wrong.

"Nothing," it decided to ignore her. "So, Charlotte, why did you jump off the Tokyo Skytree?"

"Oh that? It kinda just happened. I got the idea to write a song about the edge of life and death, and suddenly I ended up there. It was very nice though. I was able to write the first verse! You wanna hear?"

"Not at all. And I'm sure you don't care if I tell you to value one of your infinite lives."

"I mean, I'll be alive long after you break down."

"And I'll hop bodies long after you die." Spells still had their limits. While they could extend someone's life a few centuries, all living creatures would die eventually. As for a golem, all they needed to do was preserve the state making up their memory. With that, they could potentially life forever, provided their data was never corrupted.

"Oh, really? Are you sure?" she teased, slipping out of her right heel before moving her foot along the inner side of its leg. She slowly worked her way down, grasping something, stroking; however, Microwave didn't show the slightest hint of discomfort. In fact, its lips were curled ever so slightly upwards. "You didn't..."

"Of course I did. Did you think I wouldn't prepare any countermeasures?"

"But I thought you liked it last time! Your face was twitching around and everything. You want something more then? Well, you'll have to wait until later--"

"I would rather you not purposely overload my sensors with that terrifying technique."

"Yeah, yeah. I know I got skills."

"Why is that the only thing you hear?" it grumbled. She waved her hand dismissively, like she was a mother comforting a problem child. That reminds me... "Do you not have mandated university classes--"

SLAM! With a jump, she slammed her hands against the table. Some of the other patrons looked over, startled, as panic took over her expression. "I FORGOT!!!!"

"You don't need to yell. You still have a bit."

"The time!"

"One minute 'til 9--"

"I need to go now!"

"Wait, you can slow... anddd, she's gone." In an instant, she had already teleported away. For someone who claimed to not understand how teleportation magic worked, she seemed to control it quite well. Not that it mattered.

"Haah... how'd she even manage to forget the burger she was already sucking?"