Jeremy peered over at her menu. The sandwich did sound good, but he could try it another time. Just then, the oompa loompa came back with their beers and mozzerella sticks. Jeremy nodded a thanks before ordering both their meals. The oompa loompa nodded and walked away. Jeremy let out a little breath at still not being IDed. He grinned at Bonnie before grabbing his beer and taking a sip. It tasted really good, although after last night he definitely wasn't intending to get drunk.
Jeremy settled back in his seat with his beer, thinking about her question. "I've been here about a month," he said, trying to work out the timeline in his head. "Give or take." He shrugged. "Most of the people are alright. Although, I've kinda kept to myself. You know me." She did. She had for years and years. She'd seen him all through the lowest points in his life and out the other side, and she was still sitting here with him, eating dinner and drinking beer. It didn't matter that she was older than him, or a witch, or his sister's best friend, because they enjoyed each other's company and that was what was important.
"The fans are, well, a bit fanatical," he explained. "But most of them are pretty cool. Just excitable." He remembered that girl, Amy, last night at the party. She had seemed quite normal for someone who would visit a resort full of kidnapped fictional people.
"You have to look out for the curveballs though. Apparently this place is a bit crazy. When I arrived, the furntature was attacking everyone." Apart from his run in with the inanimate objects, this place wasn't too bad. The atmosphere was pretty chilled out, there was no school, and he got to doodle on people's skin all day as a job. Life was quite sweet here, especially now Bonnie was here. He just wished he didn't have the problem of having all three of his girlfriends here at the same time. How the hell was he supposed to choose?