@CleverFledgling [*Grins* at her rambling and flicks through the menu. Just for kicks.] Did you ever drink the juice?

@CleverFledgling Didn't know, do now. Though, I never really liked the juice by itself. Not die-hard pickle fan enough, I guess.

@CleverFledgling *Sick.* [Scrunches his nose behind the menu, though his eyes gleam with laughter.] What'll it be, FBI?

@CleverFledgling [Just then, the waitress - Mandy, as her name tag reads - comes by with her little notepad, all big hair and -

@CleverFledgling get a bottle of Guinness, and... ? [Raises a brow at Starling.]

@CleverFledgling You are a child. [All smiles.] It's good to see you.

@CleverFledgling I'd fist bump you so hard. But, seriously. You know how cats can be.

@CleverFledgling Clumsy little buggers. [Nonchalantly studies the menu.]

@CleverFledgling No, I was absolutely checking out your peach. Multiple times. Liberally.

@CleverFledgling I'm not like a creep or anything. [Ocean blues widen a touch in defence.] Promise. You just have a really nice bum.

@CleverFledgling [Laughter fills the little diner as Mandy swishes past to drop of their drinks and meals.]

@CleverFledgling You're a riot, Star.

@CleverFledgling Well it was.

@CleverFledgling Don't apologise. [Light nudge of her shoe beneath the table.] I enjoy it.

@CleverFledgling I did, didn't I. [Copious amounts of smiling before he tucks into his burger.]

@CleverFledgling Do you like onions on chips? [Hums through a bite of burger.]

@CleverFledgling I have gum. Don't worry.

@CleverFledgling [Between bites:] Really?

@CleverFledgling Exterior of steel.