Walking into the establishment the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and newly baked pastries fills the noses of out two protagonists. Keep In mind, this building and everything in it is completely made out of different colored and textured papers. The logic of this world can no way fit into ours, kind of like the ginormous being we refer to as Barbara Streisands nose.
As they both gaze in the shop, Chet perks up and points to a table in the far left corner, budging Mr. Dudson to come along.
"Hey, that's a good table don'tcha think kid?", Chet asks.
"I guess so, but how in the Blinky Bill™️ FUCK Is it gonna hold up my body weight?" , Mr. Dudson reply's concerned.
"Oh come on now, did you not learn from trying to blow down a whole building that the logic of your world and mine works differently?", Chet Sighs.
"Yeah yeah whatever Mr. Konami Code, don't twist up your thong now.", Mr. Dudson adds while taking a seat with Chet at the small table.