[He shrugs, spreading his hands again, smile inching into place once more.] I don't even know how it works, it's just a knack, some people are good with numbers, I'm good at knowing what people would like for lunch, and it's not hundred percent accurate, but maybe seventy? Which is still pretty good odds.

[He leans sideways in his chair to get the attention of the girl behind the counter] Kels, number ten with cheese fries, number twelve with wedges. [There's a bright grin as he gets an acknowledgement.] You're a peach.