One of these days Jayati might use a different name. If she lived a few hundred more years and moved to a different city perhaps, it wasn't uncommon for the long-lived among them to do that, especially those whose names had sway over them. Dragons were like that too, but not near as bad as Fae. "How are you liking Summerview, Charlie?" Jayati asked her as she stepped forward in line, turned slightly to continue talking to the girl.
"Not at all." If she was feeling anti-social, she would have stayed home. There was an abundance of food and drink there for those days. As they got closer to the register she leaned to the side slightly, peering at the glass case filled with flaky look pastries with interest. Another case held heavily frosted cakes with glazed fruit, so she could be forgiven for still trying to decide if this was a healthier alternative to the diner and Vinny's or not.
Above her head, Lucille Ball was gagging on vitameatamegimin, ahead of her someone was dropping change in the tip jar, and Jay was feeling a bit like she was caught in Pleasantville but in a way that didn't grate her nerves. Surprisingly.