Sorry this is so short

Bushroot and Ember arrived in St. Canard in disguise. It had been very quiet since they left the green house, it was like they were both waiting to break the ice. Bushroot was focused on driving, but every now again he would look to make sure Ember was okay. He looked over and saw her gazing out the window. "Wow, St. Canard is a lot dirtier than ho- I mean Cape Suzette," Ember sighed.

"You can say 'home' if you want, it doesn't hurt my feelings. This city has never really felt like home to me either," Bushroot said as he turned his head back to the road.

Ember turned her stare towards him. "Really, why's that?" she asked.

Bushroot nodded. "I was actually born in Duckburg and lived there until I was about 10, me and my mother moved to this city after she lost her job. Of course, Duckburg wasn't really my home either. Home was being with my mother."

Ember opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the screeching of the tires. She looked out her window and saw that they were in an alley outside of a building with a sign that read 'Devil's Watering Hole'. "Appropriate named place for a restaurant that caters to villains and criminals," she said. They got out of the car and a door with a slit in it.

Bushroot knocked on the door and the slit opened. "What's the password?" a deep voice asked.

He cleared his voice and said, "Darkwing Dork is a fool." The door opened, it revealed a dark hallway and they went in. He grabbed Embers hand so she wouldn't get lost. "Sorry about this, but it has to be dark so the police can't find the way. You just walk straight for 15 feet," he said before slamming into another door.

"Reginald, are you okay?!" Ember asked in concern before her hair started to flared up in flames. She saw a door and Bushroot flat on the floor. She kneeled and held out her hand. Bushroot took her hand and she help him up. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

Bushroot rubbed his bill and said, "Don't worry, just a little bruise on the bill." He opened the door and they went into the main room. The room looked like an old fancy speakeasy drinking room, fancy tables with white floor length table cloth with candles on them, a bar with about any alcohol you could imagine, a huge stage with red velvet curtains closed. "What do you think, Ember?"

"This is better than the fanciest restaurant in Cape Suzette. What kind of food is served here?" she asked as she looked around. "I may not need to eat but I still like the taste of a good stake," she said while licking her bill.

"They do serve a great stake from what I'm told. I've only had the water and plant food. They carter to the appetites of the various criminals and villains of the city," he said as he walked to the host podium. The host was tall beagle with a scar on his left eye and wore a black tux. "My usual table but with two chairs today, please, Adrian."

The host nodded, picked up two menus, and showed the duo to their table. As they walked to the back table underneath the skylight, the swan and duck saw Quackerjack and Megavolt were debating on whose is the better villain gimmick. The jester and the electric rat looked over and waved at Ember and Bushroot. "Hey, Bushroot, who's the babe in the leaf dress? Did you finally create a plant that actually likes you?" Megavolt asked in a mocking laugh.

Ember scowled and walked over to their table. "Leave him alone and mind your business," she told them in a growl without noticing her hair had ignited. They fell out of their chair and ran off. She then calmed down and walked back to the host and Bushroot. "Sorry, about that. Shall we?" The mutant duck smiled and the host continued escorting them to their table.