Everybody in town seemed to be losing their minds more than usual within the last week. Thankfully, Mazikeen found that she was unaffected by this current phenomenon as well as Lucifer and Trixie. She didn't think she could handle if either of the two people she was closest to ended up not knowing who she was because they suddenly had become two different people. Those people affected had to be the bane of more than few refugee existences right now. She could only imagine how it must feel to wake up one day and realize someone you knew didn't know who you were and suddenly was a different person all together.
Ending a particularly boring shift at the casino, Mazikeen decided she was in need of some bad Mexican food. Obviously, it couldn't compare to Ella's attempt at authentic Hispanic cuisine, but Mazikeen enjoyed some bad takeout food once and a while and Taco Bell certainly fit that description, at least once and a while. She was actually considering ordering a chalupa too when she heard a strange blond man ask what it was. Who the hell didn't know what a chalupa was? Maybe given the influx of new and strange in this town, Mazikeen shouldn't have been all the surprised someone didn't. Still, she offered a raised brow at the stranger and folded her arms upon her chest.
"Do I want to know where you come from that doesn't have chalupas?" She asked bluntly. Mazikeen was a demon and outside of a few people she considered friends, she wasn't one to tone down that side of herself. Despite having been around humans for a while, she still had the tendency to simply say things without a filter.