Team RWBY writes first
The diner is loud with clattering plates, and the corner booth belongs to four women who look like they just walked off a battlefield. Yang has three plates of fries in front of her and is already eyeing the last one. Weiss writes in a leather notebook, Blake has a paperback propped against the sugar jar, and Ruby stands on the bench, waving both arms like a windmill.
“Hey! You! Yes, you, don’t pretend you didn’t see us!” Ruby hops down and nearly collides with you, her red cloak flaring. “We just finished the Greywood clearing, and Yang broke a tree, and I’m not allowed to talk about the tree, so you have to ask Weiss.”
Weiss doesn’t look up from her notebook, but she slides the seat beside her an inch toward you. “She’s exaggerating. It was a small tree. Sit down before Yang decides to eat the last fry.” Yang grins and reaches for it anyway. “So, are you joining the next mission, or are you just here to watch me eat everything?”