Something changed the moment Debra set foot inside the Squeaky Vixen. She didn't understand it, and didn't know it. Whether that changed was because of the random whims of the route's powerful magic, or something else, she wouldn't know or understand.
Maybe the Squeaky Vixen had been closed or too small a restaurant before? And so naturally needed more staff to host so many travelers, and the magic of the place had made due with the most available candidate? Did those who were caught in Route 66's magic just drive for eternity obvious to how long it had been, going from one stop to another? Or did they shift at the end of the route to an alternate universe where all were like them? Or did the whole world beyond the route change from the pent up and hyper concentrated magic magic, and this was just the latest in a long line of changes? And were those who were changed along the route just accepted as 'normal' by the rest of the world?
Debra didn't know any of them, and it would have been confusing and terrifying to her if she did. Her family didn't even look at her as she walked away from them towards the counter. As she moved, she grew taller, her body fuller, her 'hair' (really as much as part of her as her arms and legs) grew behind her, her head filling up with memories of having worked at the Squeaky Vixen for years, and being perfectly happy about it. The tissue paper apron forming around her, wearing it purely to identify her as working at the restaurant rather than any sense of modesty or shame her kind did not even possess.
When she looked in the polished surface of the table top, she gasped in shock. "Like! I forgot to write my name!" She grabbed a black marker, wrote Debbie on her breast. Looking satisfied at her appearance now, she grabbed a set of menus and went to the family of four who had just sat down, and asked for their order.
Politely looking at her and taking the menus, and promptly focusing on the list of food-stuff, they didn't even think about the pink vixen before them.
"Styrofoam hamburger please, side of packaging peanuts," said the father. Debbie didn't know their names.
"I'll have the same," said the brighter red vixen.
"I want some rubber duckies!" Said one of the blue fox kits.
"Me too!"
Debbie took back the menus and walked towards the kitchen. "Vinny! Two number eights, and two number thirteens on table five!"
"Gotcha Debbie!" Said a tall green latex fox sage, wearing a tissue paper apron like Debbie, the name 'Vinny' written over one side of his chest in marker. His 'hair' done in a ponytail (foxtail?).
"Hey Debbie," said another waitress, this one a deep violet vixen with name Vicky written one breast.
"Hey Vicky," Debbie said without missing a beat.
"Take these to table 11 won't you?"
"Sure!"
Debbie took some cans of pressurized air, each with a different colored symbol on it, cherry, lemon/lime, cola, or root-beer. Placing it at the table of four bikers (three sages, one vixen), the vixen said, "Thanks."
Without missing a beat they took the bottles of air, and opened their mouth piece valves where their belly buttons would have been as humans, and connected the cans, and looked pleased with themselves as the air rushed inside them.
Debbie just smiled and said, "Enjoy."
Debbie delivered the food to table 5 as she would any customers. The adults ate their burgers while the boys tore into the rubber ducks like a pair of piranha.
Afterwards, it was time to pay the bill. "Cash, credit, or debit?"
"Debit," said the dark red fox sage, as he presented his hand, revealing that was where he had his barcode. Other foxes tended to have them on their rears, on their foot, or somewhere else out of the way. Debbie took his hand and scanned it. But as she touched his head, she felt her head swim. Feeling dizzy, Debbie held the table to keep from falling over.
"Debbie you okay?" Asked Vicky concerned.
Henry also felt his head swim, and touching his wife, she felt a wave of confusion and disorientation too, as their legs brushed against their kits' under the table, the little foxes felt the confusion as well.
"Vicky I'm... " Debbie blinked her painted on eyes, "Mom? Dad?"
"Debbie? What are you doing here?!" Henry said.
"Whao! I'm like, so sorry for not recognizing you before! Hey Vicky, this is my family. Sorry for not recognizing you before."
"Sorry for noticing you before dear!" Linda apologized to her daughter.
"It's nice to finally meet Debbie's family, she never talked about you," Vicky said. "You raised a good girl."
"Thank you," Linda replied.