The next day, Uptop and Downlow, both exhausted, trudge into a small restaurant. They plop themselves onto seats at the counter. A dragon fruit dragon holds up a small glass and says, “Care for a fruit juice?” The two friends stare at him with baggy eyes and collectively think “Aren’t they all made of-” but before they can finish that thought, exhaustion takes over and their heads plop on the table top as they begin to doze off.