There wasn't much to show, but Tracer took his brother's arm and dragged him slowly around the restaraunt so that he could look at everything. The paintings were trippy, mostly done by LSD, but the wood was all dark and warm and the tables were crammed in close together. The kitchen space was small, but only one person needed to be in it, and Tracer liked how close everything felt, liked the heat it put off when it was a busy morning. Cozy was the word for it, cozy and connected, and since it was generally filled with his own followers, he could relax in the mornings as he served them.
"Are you hungry?" He asked his brother, after the short tour. He wondered suddenly what it would feel like to have this, this one of the oldest earth brothers, taking him in, and got a little dizzy on the idea.