[ or she hopes they do; he still hasn't said yes, has he?
johnny offers him a small smile, now that she feels they've found a common thread. he's got smarts to him, but he's not pushing his luck; they're self-preservation instincts she can appreciate.
she puts her hands together, a half-clap sort of gesture, and looks around a bit. ]
What would you recommend off the menu? I realize I haven't had anything else all day other than the coffee.
[He just nods, mostly managing serious and solemn for a moment] Yeah we do.
[There's a flash of a smile a moment later at the follow-up question] Normally I'd say pie, they don't have a bad one, but sugar on top of caffeine on an empty stomach is never a good idea, you need some carbs and some protein. Their burgers are pretty standard, and their patty melts are better somehow? [A little shake of his head, spreading both hands in another near-shrug]
Which I don't get since it's got to be the same meat from the same place. BLT's a safe bet, not as good as Benny's were, but I'm pretty sure Benny was some kind of bacon wizard anyway, so nobody's going to have a BLT of that quality.
[He considers for a moment] Cheese fries are good, especially with grilled mushrooms and onions, chili fries, eh, they're fine if you're into that. Only thing I'd stay away from is the tuna salad, but I've never trusted the stuff anyway.
[ she's amused and bemused; food, she knows, is a Good Thing, but excitement over it is still something she's getting used to seeing. food is a need but flavor is a privilege, the way madam would've said it. it's enough to have a belly full, a throat sated of thirst.
anything else is excess, except when they're put to work.
johnny lays both hands loosely flat on the tabletop. ]
You choose for me. Pick something for yourself, too.
[He tilts his head from side to side, considering an answer to that question] Not sure if it's 'like' as much as 'not many other options that aren't corporate and even those are thin on the ground', and a lot of it's just... I'm here a lot, so I've had a chance to sample.
[He closes one eye to regard her for a moment, as if that might help him figure out what she'd like, finally clicking his tongue against the side of his teeth, fingers drumming against the edge of the table again.] You seem like an egg salad on rye, pickle on the side not the sandwich, with cheese fries. [A single, decisive nod] And today's a grilled cheese and steak fries kind of day.
[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.
Still, that's a good skill. If you can expand on that, learn how to extend that to cold-reading other things? You'll go places you might not even expect you'll end up.
[ if only she knew, though, right?
she watches him as he charms his way around the diner order, and smiles a bit to herself. ]
[His brow furrows a little at the question, because he knows what most people mean when they ask that, but it doesn't have the same intonation coming from Johnny, which is something he'll have to contemplate later.]
Kelly? She's one of my band's original groupies. There's five of them, actually, 'The Kels.' Kelly with a Y, which is that one, Kelli with an I, and also Kellie with an IE and then Kelsey and Carly who are actually twins.
[That one-shouldered shrug again, head tilting towards the uplifted shoulder] The twins are actually from Hawkins, we go to school together, they were there for our first performance under the Corroded Coffin name, mostly because it was the middle school talent show.
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[ or she hopes they do; he still hasn't said yes, has he?
johnny offers him a small smile, now that she feels they've found a common thread. he's got smarts to him, but he's not pushing his luck; they're self-preservation instincts she can appreciate.
she puts her hands together, a half-clap sort of gesture, and looks around a bit. ]
What would you recommend off the menu? I realize I haven't had anything else all day other than the coffee.
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[There's a flash of a smile a moment later at the follow-up question] Normally I'd say pie, they don't have a bad one, but sugar on top of caffeine on an empty stomach is never a good idea, you need some carbs and some protein. Their burgers are pretty standard, and their patty melts are better somehow? [A little shake of his head, spreading both hands in another near-shrug]
Which I don't get since it's got to be the same meat from the same place. BLT's a safe bet, not as good as Benny's were, but I'm pretty sure Benny was some kind of bacon wizard anyway, so nobody's going to have a BLT of that quality.
[He considers for a moment] Cheese fries are good, especially with grilled mushrooms and onions, chili fries, eh, they're fine if you're into that. Only thing I'd stay away from is the tuna salad, but I've never trusted the stuff anyway.
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[ she's amused and bemused; food, she knows, is a Good Thing, but excitement over it is still something she's getting used to seeing. food is a need but flavor is a privilege, the way madam would've said it. it's enough to have a belly full, a throat sated of thirst.
anything else is excess, except when they're put to work.
johnny lays both hands loosely flat on the tabletop. ]
You choose for me. Pick something for yourself, too.
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[He closes one eye to regard her for a moment, as if that might help him figure out what she'd like, finally clicking his tongue against the side of his teeth, fingers drumming against the edge of the table again.] You seem like an egg salad on rye, pickle on the side not the sandwich, with cheese fries. [A single, decisive nod] And today's a grilled cheese and steak fries kind of day.
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[ this is... nice. is this what a normal conversation feels like? very strange. ]
Why am I an egg salad type of person, though? Is that the, ah, the 'vibe'? Is that the impression I've given?
I won't lie, I do enjoy egg salads. I'm just wondering how you've guessed.
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[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.
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[ if only she knew, though, right?
she watches him as he charms his way around the diner order, and smiles a bit to herself. ]
Do you like her?
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Kelly? She's one of my band's original groupies. There's five of them, actually, 'The Kels.' Kelly with a Y, which is that one, Kelli with an I, and also Kellie with an IE and then Kelsey and Carly who are actually twins.
[That one-shouldered shrug again, head tilting towards the uplifted shoulder] The twins are actually from Hawkins, we go to school together, they were there for our first performance under the Corroded Coffin name, mostly because it was the middle school talent show.