Mary
Mary stared in horror at Alarice's display. No, there was no way even she could let it slide, this was too much.
"N-no! You're upposed to take the fries WITH the ketchup. Liiiiiike this."
And so, she took one of her few lasting fries, dipped it in the ketchup container and brought it to her mouth.
Garou XIII
Garou raised an eyebrow and stared in incredulous confusion, but then, he understood. Yeah that's it! They were mutants who had been spliced in some freak experiment, and believed to be werewolves. Yes, this made sense, thus he accepted it as fact. Perhaps he was indeed wrong, and maybe they were indeed werewolves. However, deep down, he knew this was wrong. It simply couldn't be, for a single, obvious reason.
"Erm, werewolves don't shoot magic from their arms..." He said flatly, kinda confused himself. "Bah, whatever! If you're a werewolf so be it! I, on the other hand, am a monster far beyond such petty children boogeymen. You seem pretty strong, what is your name?!"