Looking for a restaurant for a visitor

I was in the city with most of the Brisbane slashers and Cedara. We were supposed to have dinner outside, and after meeting up started walking to the place. I followed along the streets, with my tagging alongside Cedara. She looked at me and asked a while down if Dana was okay, because she looked unhappy. I looked at Dana to see where she'd gotten this impression from and said that it appeared otherwise to me. Continued walking.

We got to a large wooden box on the side of the road, where I noticed that N&L and one other had already folded themselves in. It was my turn to get in, with Cedara and another hopping in as soon as I'd folded myself in enough to give room. I stepped in and started thinking about small dark spaces I couldn't get out of then jumped out and sat on the kerb. I began inducing a panic attack, but when that didn't work, simulated it. There was no way I'd get into that box, and if everyone thought that I was panicking about it, all the better. I rocked myself on the side, clutching at my hair and muttering nonononononono. I heard someone commenting in the background that they didn't think I'd react that badly.

Up we got and kept walking. Straight to a McDonalds. Cedara was looking at me disgustedly by this time. I quickly spun an apology and explanation that this wasn't at all what I meant when I said that we'd all go out and have dinner. In we went, with me skipping the queue and going in directly. As I waited for Jacki to get her food, I sat down. A child of the female persuasion sat on top of the smogasboard—in Maccas?—and asked if anyone had a burger they would like to give her. I looked at the girl and sneered, answering that there was enough raw material in the smogasboard that she could make an entire new burger herself. I looked at the stuff and noticed that it was fresh, deciding to buy myself a plate to serve myself. Just as I decided that Jacki finished with her purchase and we were underway.

As we left, Leny suggested a little place she'd thought of not too far away. She looked at me as if asking for my decision on the matter. I was taken aback. Me? Why was it my decision? I gave a nod and we went.

When we got to the place she was talking about, it turned out to be a South American goodies store. She walked right up to the counter and began speaking to the guy in fluent Spanish. Fluent Spanish. It even came out that way in my dream. I walked over to a display cabinet and stared at some of the earrings, thinking ooo pretty. Unfortunately out of my price range, too. She was talking to the guy about something and asked me the word for "laywer". By the time that my brain had translated "abogado" she'd already moved on. In her hand was a picture of a poncho, and she was asking the guy if he could find something just like it overseas. We got this explanation as we left.