"i know this place!" exclaimed the dragon with a joy he typically exhibited only while consuming a can of pumpkin. "i've seen it in digital form once before, but it is so much better-looking live."
"you're right," said the lady. "we're definitely somewhere in the pacific northwest, usa and i think i know where. if the olfactory improvements i've made since meeting you have any clout at all, we've got to get to voodoo doughnut before the line starts wrapping around the block!"
and off they dashed up a street know as burnside. although they were having difficulty being fully present in two-dimensional form, the pair ambled along and managed to arrive outside a magical domain of holey dough with very few falls at all. for once the actual world refrained from making their bones dissolve as it had in the past and both travelers were indeed surprised. the dragon's eyesight seemed more functional than the lady's which enabled him to quickly spot two familiar faces perched alongside the road. meanwhile his infallible ears were picking up the synthesized sound of washed out's dismissive anthem "call it off." he loved that one even though it reminded him of loss, and the perpetually occurring effects of nostalgia-induced nervous breakdowns.
"fred! carrie! over here!" the dragon waved a hairy paw as though he were flagging down an animated milkbone.
not one to be starstruck, the lady had already wandered inside and was binging on a baker's dozen of grape apes. she wondered aloud, "how the hell did i end up in portland? and how come the 90's are still so alive in this town?"