Eggsy felt like shit. Another session with Loki and the sceptre had left him feeling wrung out, stretched as thin as anything and aching all over. Kat's dad had pushed him harder than ever, too, and Eggsy had been certain that he was going to snap in two a couple of times. Not literally. He hoped. His head was thumping, and he wanted to go lie down, but first he needed something in his stomach or the growing nausea would develop into yet another day hunched over the toilet. He wanted to go to Cuba and see Tilde, though, so it was time for preventative measures. Food court, it was.
A master at hiding how he felt, physically and mentally (who knew Dean was good for something?), Eggsy walked into the Food court with a smile on his face like nothing was wrong and he'd just come from another flying lesson. He'd been to Lacey's kitchen last time, so this time he headed for Isabel's.
"Isabel! You in?" he called out as he got closer, and then hopped up onto a table to sit and wait.