Matilda Hamilton looks significantly less put together than she normally does. After showering away the absurd mix of smells that seemed to stick to her, she felt too tired to assemble a complete outfit with accessories- she's opted for a simple cotton dress with only a ruffle at the hem for decoration, sandals, and only her trademark goggles and white gloves for accessories. Her hair's fluffy and frizzy from the humidity, and she'd normally be too ashamed to be seen like this-- but she's hungry, and when she envisioned food, she automatically teleported to.... this abomination.

It's too much. It's far too much. Matilda Hamilton has endured a lot of things today, but this-- this is where she draws the line! She storms up to the umbrella shaded table, her cheeks flushing bright scarlet (from sunburn, or blush? there's a lot of new freckles there) as she throws both hands down on the table, the very image of dramatics and distress.

"Eating at your own themed restaurant?!"