[What better place to heal up for the night than a Denny's? Literally the only place Wade could find in a pinch that didn't turn them away for excessive bleeding. There should be laws against refusing to serve the injured but, he was too hungry to argue that two Waffle Houses ago.]
I might actually need to find a way to die if they don't have Denny's in the future. [As he speaks he puts the bullets his body spits out into an empty coffee mug on the table one at a time, counting aloud.] Five..Six...
Can't sleep either, huh? [That's the only reason Steve can fathom for being at Denny's at 4 AM. He barely knows Dr. Yinsen, although he can guess he's probably seen a lot of things that might keep him up at night. And maybe he doesn't want company, so Steve is willing to back off if he says so. But still, walking past like he doesn't recognize the guy wouldn't be right.
He leans an elbow on the back of the booth across from him and gives him a weak smile.]
This is honestly the least healthy place for a midnight snack...I might just get one of every milkshake and cope with the regrets tomorrow.
"You cannot be serious about this place," Leonard says with all the derision that one would expect from Leonard Knox upon being taken to such a common man's diner. The place doesn't even look that clean to him. It's a good enough guess that he's never been to one before.
"Was the McDonald's booked solid?"
The question might or might not be a joke as he slides into the booth opposite of Sandra, his briefcase set beside him.
[Non-irradiated food? Orange juice, coffee, eggs, pork? This garbage food is the holy grail to her and she'll be stuffing her face with everything in a disgusting fashion.]
[Of all the crazy folks that come here late at night, high on coffee and the grease and fats that the restaurant's food has to offer, there is one patron who might understand him, and of the patrons here, he's almost reasonable.
After all, what are the odds of finding another fellow gold saint here? Sure from a different era, but nothing changes much concerning a gold saint definite duties to their goddess.]
My goodness. Have you ever seen pancakes before?
[Slowly nudges a bottle of syrup to slide it toward to him, while taking a sip of his cup of coffee.]
Here. You pour this over your tower of pancakes. Not that it's my preferred food at this hour, but when you need sweets, it sure hits the spot.
Not exactly the place I would have picked for a first date.
[ He's kidding. But someone has to crack a few jokes here and there. And you just watch him pour a bit of cream into his coffee Erik after ordering the tallest stack of pancakes available with the works on the side. Fight him. ]
I ordered you the pancakes with the whip cream smiley face! Aw, look at it... so cute! Now cut it's face off and eat up like a big boy! [Wade grins from his spot across the booth, already digging into his own grandslam breakfast.]
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