Around dawn on a Saturday morning is generally close to when Felix gets back to the library, if all goes the way he'd prefer, but today he's sprawled on the couch in the recreation nook. Alone! The moon may have something to do with that, and also may have something to do with the fact that a chain of muttered curses ends in an exclamation of "Fuck!" at a volume that completely ignores the fact other people may be sleeping. Luckily they're most likely doing so upstairs and used to a certain amount of ambient noise, but even so. The controller he threw about the same time makes only a soft 'paff' sound when it hits, managing to land on the beanbag and tumble gently off. The television is on, and a slightly scratched-up but apparently working Xbox 360 seems to be attached to it. The screen suggests the game being played is one of the GTA family. It also suggests Felix's character just died.

"I thought I was weak, but I am strong! They sold me the world but they were wrong! But now that I'm back, I still belong! But I am just a poooony! And if the magic in my heart stays truuu-uuu-eeee, woah-oh!" Comes Justin's voice from up above as the Ahroun stomps down the stairs, wearing a pair of headphones on his head and an older iPod in his hands. He is wearing a black shirt that says: BRONY across the chest in silver, and a pair of camo pants.

"Fuckin'..." Felix mutters, glaring at the television, and is just starting to get up when there's singing and stomping, and he pauses, looking still a bit balefully in that direction. What he sees and hears gets a raised brow, and a slight shake of the head before he continues stepping over to pick the controller back up. There's a bag of chips near where he was sitting, along with an ashtray and a plastic Coke bottle, maybe a quarter full of liquid.

As he spies Felix halfway down the stairs, Justin pauses, then yanks the headphones off his head and fumbles at the iPod controls. Eyes rolling upwards, he clears his throat and makes his way the rest down. "Sup?" Nothing to see here.

"You're a pony?" Felix says with incredulously, the eyebrow going up again, "...really?" Another shake of the head, and he picks up the controller, then leans to snag another, tossing it onto the closest cushiony surface to the Ahroun before flopping back into his well-claimed portion of couch with the other. "Found you an Xbox. Ain't the new one or nothin', but I reckon this one's easier to get us games for anyhow."

Picking up the controller, Justin flops down next to him. "Love and tolerance mother fucker." He says cheekily as he bumps his shoulder to his. "This shit calms me down on the full moon. Anyways, what game we playing?" He asks as he looks over to the TV. "Dude, we are the worst Gnawers ever. We got working showers, food and video games. We may as well just become roaches at this point."

Felix snorts, and shoulder-bumps back, "Peace, love, an' fuckin' understandin', huh? S'pose there's worse shit to be into'n little girl cartoons. ...prolly. Somewhere." He does finally crack a grin about then, at least. "An' nah, no way. We got shit 'cause we scavenge an' hustle an' figure shit out. Most of our shit's secondhand or stolen or both, we ain't exactly breakin' the mold there. We could lose all this shit tomorrow an' we'd still survive, an' kick ass. Build it back up if we wanted it, but we don't =need= it. Rats adapt."

"You really should give the show a chance." Justin says as he spins the controller about in his hands. "It's pretty freaking awesome. Fluttershy breaks a bear's spine in one episode." Slouching back on the couch, he stares up at the ceiling. "I'm freaking bored and I feel like we're all wasting this full moon."

"Any bears around need their spines broke?" Felix asks, and eyes the screen a moment. "Oh, an' Grand Theft Auto V. Woulda thought I'd be better at that." He drops the controller aside on the couch, and leans down to pick up the bottle and have a drink of what's left in it. "Reckon if you try an' show me some of your li'l girl cartoon when I ain't doin' nothin' else, I could look. But meanwhile, yeah, I'm fuckin' bored outta my skull today." For what 'today' there's been thus far. "Gotta be somethin' we could go do. Too light out already to hit the Umbra, but we got an awful lotta world over this side..."

"Hey, if we're both booooored..." Justin says as he gives a wide grin. "We can start with episode one." Dropping the controller as well, he hops off the couch and gives himself a long stretch. "Or, we can go to Denny's and abuse your girl's discount and get some eats. Unlimited pancakes for four dollahs."

Felix rolls his eyes relatively good-naturedly at the cartoon suggestion, and has another good swallow of his drink. "I'd rather hit something," he says, "...but I could go for pancakes. Ruffles ain't really all that fillin', turns out. Despite the ridges. ...Hey, you know how day after Valentine's an' Easter an' Christmas an' Hallowe'en an' all, there's real cheap leftover candy? Reckon they got real cheap leftover turkey an' shit now?" He picks up the bottle's cap and looks about to put it on, then considers the small amount left in it and drains that, then caps the empty and sets it aside as he stands and stretches.

"I doubt it. Turkey is like real food." Justin says as he grabs his hoodie off the ground and slips it over his body. "But who knows, maybe we'll get lucky. I know the Gaian's made a huge feast at the farmhouse on Thursday and there is probably food left over there unless the Fenris types got into it. They eat for days."

"'s too bad. I was thinkin' if they did, and we worked out how you cook it, we could prolly feed a pretty good amount of people with a few of those," Felix says, "Seen some huge ones. They'd be kinda unwieldy to steal, though." He grins, suddenly, "'less you stole a grocery truck, I guess. That could be fun." His fluffy coat's lying over one of the chairs where he presumably dropped it when he got in, and he pulls it on against the freezing air outside.

"So, you wanna steal a grocery truck?" Justin laughs at the idea as he slips on his fingerless gloves, then ambles to the door and gives it a tug open. "Fuck, it's hella cold outside." Glancing about the early morning streets, he shoves his hands into his pockets. "You wanna drive over to Denny's? My car is at Thane's place. Yours is out back right?"

"Why not?" Felix asks, a question with potentially infinite answers. He sounds a lot more cheerful now, though. Possibly the moving helps, burning a little of that excess large-moon energy. "It really is, I gotta pick up a new pair of gloves. Lost the last ones somewhere. An' sure, I can drive." He heads toward where the Caddy's parked, with her top actually up given the recent weather.

"I think those trucks probably got blackboxes installed to record routes and cameras or whatever." Justin says as he heads for the Caddy with his usual saunter. "But, doesn't mean they can't be yanked out or disabled." He thinks for a moment, then starts to grin. "Buuut.. I am getting an idea in my head. We need Watcher though as well. I like this idea. We're gonna steal a food truck."

Felix tilts his head as they stroll around the side of the Library, considering. "'s a point," he allows, but breaks into a grin again at Justin's final remark, "...Awesome. S'pose we better find out what kinda security shit they got on the cabs an' trailers, you're right. An' how to get ridda it. I'm down with Watcher bein' in, obviously, but just in general or does your idea have somethin' particular he needs to do? 'cause I'm intrigued." He slides into the car and starts her up, though it takes two tries on a morning this cold. Hey, she was raised in warmer climes!

"Well, I was thinking we could do the old tried and true dog get hit by a car technique." Justin says as he slips into the car and gets comfortable. "We need to find out the routes first, then move in on the truck when they are down a road without much in the way of foot traffic. Three Mountains can get 'hit' by a car and act like he is hurt. Oh woe is me. When the driver gets out to check on him, that is when we snatch the ride and roll out like bad asses."

"Gotta be somewhere there ain't workin' cameras, too," Felix muses, "'cause I don't wanna hafta make more cookies or nothin'." He grins again, starting them Denny's-ward. "...lotta food in onea those trucks. Where d'you reckon we oughta take it, once we got it? Onea the abandoned warehouses down around Washington, maybe? We'll wanna dump the truck itself pretty fast, I figure, less we can hide it real damn well." He drums his fingers absently on the wheel. "Wonder what the easiest way of figurin' the routes'd be..."

"I think the easiest way to figure out the routes is to just wait at a shopping mart for them to arrive, then follow them out. They tend to be the huge semi types though. Stop off at a few stores at a time. They load up in the back. Always drive backwards down to the loading zone so they can pull the pallets off the truck and into the store." Justin says as he leans against the window to watch the world go by. "So, we park around the corner, wait for the truck to pull out, we follow a bit. Then snag them. Maybe we can find one that goes between cities. Then we take them out in the middle. Long stretch of road."

Felix nods. "Yeah, that'd be pretty ideal. Prolly give us longer before anyone knew about it, too." A slight pause. "Well, unless dude's got his cell phone, I guess. Y'ever think things woulda been a lot more fun before those got invented? I mean, look at the kinda shit folks get away with in old movies, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Now these days you gotta be more careful. Everything is recorded. Guess we should wear masks." Justin laughs. "And leather jackets with the words: COYOTES written across the back. Sorta like the old movie, Warriors. Which, if you have not seen, we will most definitely watch."

"If we're wearin' masks, an' I reckon gloves an' all anyhow, we oughta do it in Glabro," Felix says suddenly, amused but not joking, "I mean, then even the height an' shit wouldn't be right... an' I don't think I've seen that, but yeah, okay, why not?" He pulls into the Denny's lot, adding as he parks, "I'm tryin' to decide if we'd look like a band or a real small biker gang or what if we had jackets like that."

"Definitely a gang. Just not a real intimidating one." Justin laughs as he pops out of the car once they reach Denny's, then brushes down his hoodie to ease out a couple of wrinkles. "Maybe we can get Watcher a spiked collar and a bandana or something to wear about his neck to represent our colors."

Felix snorts, grinning. "You got any particular colours in mind?" he asks, hopping out of the Caddy (whose top is up, in deference to the wintery weather) and giving his coat a slight shake into the proper fall. Yes, he's wearing the furry one today. "We definitely oughta get him those. Too bad we can't just make a jacket turn into that at the appropriate kinda times; that'd be real convenient." He actually looks somewhat thoughtful about that whole idea. "Anyway, we'd just hafta work on makin' sure folks were appropriately intimidated. Maybe pick up some bikes. Or mopeds." Grin. He pulls the door open and makes a sweeping 'after you' sort of gesture to his companion; he seems to be in a rather better mood than when he dropped Lilah off.

It's not that busy in Denny's right now, so when the two arrive, they'll get seated pretty quickly by a tired brunette who's eyeing them suspiciously. They may or may not notice Lilah a few aisles over, leaned against the table of a teenager about her age and pouring him some coffee. She's laughing at the moment, shaking her head at whatever's just been said to her, and replies to him before tilting up the coffee pot and asking him something.

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"You just want to sing that song in public. Which is why you're wearing that whack ass pimp coat." Justin laughs as he heads into Denny's with him, giving a quick glance around. As they are led to a table, he spies Lilah, then gives Felix a nudge. "Check it out. That waitress is kinda hot. Bet you can't get her number."

"Like I need an excuse if that's what I feel like doin'," Felix retorts, following the hostess with his usual self-assured saunter, "And this coat? Is fuckin' awesome. Also, warm. But mostly? Awesome. An' I look awesome in it. As usual." The airy arrogance on the last is playfully overstated, if not 100% faked. He glances around as they walk, spotting Lilah as well -- and the guy she's currently waiting on -- and it's probably Luna's fault that there's a sudden spike of anger in his mien, though it seems to melt back into the current phase's base level fairly swiftly, and he smirks at Justin's remark. "More than kinda," he agrees, watching her a moment as they go, "Whatcha wanna bet?"

The teen replies to whatever Lilah asked, waving a hand, and Lilah smiles, nodding her head and beginning to turn away. She holds up a finger, though, and withdraws extra napkins from her apron before nodding with a grin. She says one last thing, to which the dude laughs, and then heads off to another table. This one's a family with two girly kiddos, and an elderly woman along with the children's (presumably) parents. Lilah seems to like this table, judging by the way she smiles and the like. She's a bit closer to the Felix/Justin table now, so the occasional word filters through, mostly about the specials and perhaps asking how they're doing.

Glancing over at him, Justin looks amused. "Oooh, look at you. Jealous?" He says as he slides his chin into the palm of his hand. "You should go over there and fuck him up for asking about extra napkins." He plucks a straw off the table, twists the top off and blows the wrapper at his friend. "Too bad Bella isn't working this morning."

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Felix slips into the other side of the booth, somehow managing to take up the vast majority of it as he gets comfortable. "Nope," he replies easily, "Ain't no reason to be. But I do still kinda wanna hit someone, an' I reckon napkins is as bad a reason as any." Conversational enough that it's actually hard to tell if it's a joke or not, but he doesn't seem about ready to get up or anything. "Anyway, it's prolly better she ain't. If she was, some random asshole'd, like, pinch her ass or somethin', an' then I'd hafta stop you killin' him, an' really we'd just end up with some kinda big cinematic bar brawl, only with more ketchup an' less liquor. Sadly." He glances over to Lilah again, watching her work, and this time there's a faint smile.

Mid specials-recital, Lilah tilts her head, and glances around distractedly. A moment later she turns back to the family, and finishes off the recitation. Her notebook comes out, and she's all smiles for the parents especially. The kiddos are *just* old enough to give their own orders, and probably change it a few times before the ordering is done. Lilah then pockets her notebook, promises something or other, and then looks about again, this time noticing Felix and Justin. Her smile rises exponentially, though she heads into the back rather than straight for their table.

"Pfff. I wouldn't flip out if some guy was putting eyes on Bella. Would only boost my ego that I got a hot chick other dudes can't have. I'm more inclined to fuck someone up if they were fucking with you." Justin grins at him, then straightens up once Lilah spies them. He gives a wave of his hand to her, though he leans in a bit to watch her head to the back. "Is she gonna be our waitress today? We should probably just start asking for her."

"I didn't say =eyes=," Felix notes, and gives a rather pointed if brief glance out the window, toward the sky, before he shifts position a bit to settle in with a better view of the restaurant at large, and probably walking-Lilah in particular. "Eyes is one thing, hands is another. Plus, if someone's fuckin' with me I'm pretty sure I'm a lot more ready, willin' an' able to fuck 'em up my own self than she is. Which ain't to say I don't appreciate you havin' my back an' vice versa. Just, you might hafta clear room for her too in your fuckin' folks up schedule, just to be on the safe side." Still pretty deadpan, but there's a bit more of a hint of joking in that one. "...most likely she is. Think we're in her section, an' it ain't like they got a ton of people on, neither. But I reckon if we ain't, pretty good chance she'd trade for us. An whatcha think the odds are of anyone else sayin' no?" He smirks, glancing over at the Ahroun. Already a few people in nearby booths have been deciding they don't actually want to linger over coffee, or suddenly remembering appointments and asking for boxes to take the majority of their meal to go.

Lilah emerges from the back with ... menus! Yay, menus! These are brought over to Felix and Justin's table, and placed in their ready hands. Assuming their hands are ready. "Well, howdy," she grins to the two of them, and trails a finger down Felix's arm, just a light little thing. "Reckon y'all know whatcha want?" she smiles. "No rush, 'course. S'nice to see y'all. An' whatcha want t'drink?"

"UNLIMITED PANCAKES!" Bellows Justin as he flips the menu upwards into the air, watching it float back down with a plastic clatter on the table. "And hey, I am just saying." He says to Felix. "That it wouldn't bother me. I'm /confident/." He puffs up his chest a bit as he runs a hand back through his sprawly hair. "Hey Lilah. Thought we'd bring you some full moon cheer to your holiday weekend. You know, liven things up a bit. Oh, we're also gonna rob a grocery truck, you know, for reasons."

"That," Felix points his finger at his packmate and agrees at a much more civilized volume and tone -- in fact, enough so that there's no way he isn't playing up the contrast for his own amusement -- "...an' a chocolate milkshake. An' coffee. UNLIMITED COFFEE!" The last is much closer to Justin-levels, although there's more of the hammy movie villain in the delivery, especially when he adds a maniacal laugh to go with it. Then back to the Exceedingly Normal tones, "...an' maybe a couple stripsa bacon." He grins up at her, then, and slides along the seat toward her so he can try to slip an arm around her waist and pull her nearer. "Hi."

"Unlimited, ya say?" Lilah laughs, shaking her head. "I reckon I could letcha approach unlimited, but we don't serve infinity here." She grins and is more than happy to be pulled nearer, even as she makes a note of what they're ordering on her pad. Nevermind that it's a simple order. "Why you want a milkshake when it's so dang cold out?" she asks Felix, and then addresses Justin's words directly, without so much as batting an eye: "That all sounds like fun, I reckon. Ya want anythin' else?"

Justin gives her a wide grin. "Unlimited pancakes. I'm gonna have your manager mad at me. Going to break a world record today I think. I'm starving." Rubbing his hands together, he says, "Toast and scrambled eggs with cheese on it please." Peeling out of his hoodie, he is wearing a black shirt that says BRONY across the chest. It is Saturday after all.

Felix tilts his head, looking up at Lilah, and teases, "If I order toast an' jam, am I actually gonna get it?" The hand of the arm around her waist toys with the fabric of her blouse absently, in danger of starting to untuck it. "I want a milkshake 'cause it's delicious, an' it ain't that cold in HERE. Although if it was, we'd just hafta keep each other warm. So, win/win." Of course, he's not taking the coat off just yet, but he may just be distracted. He glances to Justin and adds aside, "I think to rob it we'd hafta leave it behind, an' we ain't got bags that big."

Writing down Justin's order, Lilah promises him, "You got it." Though to Felix, she says, "Toast an' jam? ...maybe. Depends on how I'm feelin' when it comes time to bring the orders, I s'ppose." She smiles broadly, squeezing Felix's shoulder, and then begins to pull away. "Anythin' else y'all want? Last chance 'fore I head off 'n place the order."

"Hot chocolate." Justin decides upon quickly as he tucks the menu next to him on the seat. "Well, we could always take off with the truck and then dump it after unloading it. We can have our cars stashed a few miles down the road and we can pull out what we can carry, then leave the rest for the cops to find and what not."

"Eh, we'll just get a fuckoff huge string bag, those things expand forever. Put it on rollerskates or somethin'," Felix says with an air of unconcern, and doesn't let Lilah pull away just yet. "Nothin' else I want right now's on the menu," he says, "but I wouldn't mind an apertif." She gets another grin, and his arm moves to try to tug her gently down into kissing range.

"Hot chocolate, you got it," Lilah says with a nod, and then listens to the two of them discuss things before smirking at Felix's words. "'fraid that apertif ain't on the menu, either," she teases, resisting his tugging with a grin for a moment. In the end, she does relent, starting to bend down, and then...

"BOOM! PICK SIX!" Justin calls out as he leans forward, pressing his lips to Felix as he intercepts the kiss, then leans back with his hands up in the air. "AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

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Felix tastes of cigarettes, coke, whiskey, and surprise. "Gah!" he exclaims, pulling away from the other Gnawer, and for just a flash looks almost like he might dive entirely over the table to do something about this impertienence. Instead he leans across and punches Justin in the arm, complaining "...you got fuckin' mornin' breath, man, go brush your teeth!" He makes an exaggerated face and asks Lilah, "Y'all don't have mouthwash hidden on that menu somewhere, do you?" His suffering is severe! Although not so severe that he doesn't try for the kiss he was originally going for. With half an eye out for interlopers, this time.

Lilah's eyes widen at the Justin interception, and only once Felix has had his chance to react, and has done so by punching Justin in the arm, does she relax a bit. Sadly, Felix is going to taste Justin FOREVER, because she pulls back a bit, shaking her head. "Ain't got no mouthwash, but I'll go'n getcha that milkshake." She waggles a finger at Justin, and then heads toward the back again. Poor Felix doesn't even get his kiss!

"I do not have morning mouth! I had at least two sticks of gum today. You taste like a dive bar." Justin rubs his shoulder though he has a huge grin upon his face. Leaning back on the booth, he gives his lips a lick, followed by a wink to him. "See ya soon, Lilah."

"That's like sprayin' on a shitton of Axe instead of showering, it don't work! You gotta actually brush 'em!" Felix shoots back, "An' tastin' like a dive bar beats tastin' like a mint-spritzed funeral home, 'least folks go to the bar 'cause they =wanna=." He gives Lilah a pout as she starts to head off without actually giving him that kiss, and rather clearly entertains the idea of getting up and doing something about that before something makes him reject it. Maybe it's danger of getting her fired. Maybe he's just feeling lazy. He definitely looks somewhat annoyed, though, even as he watches her walk, and he shifts position on his booth seat, sliding off the coat and looking more fidgety again, pent-up energy bleeding off from everywhere.

Lilah is *probably* smiling as she hears their back-and-forth, but it's hard to tell since she doesn't glance back. She stops by the family's table to get their food and drink orders. Next, she moves right along to the original teenager's table-- she stops by the register first, saying a few sentences when she brings him his check. Then it's off to the back, presumably to put in orders, but who knows.

"Why you gotta say those mean things for? You're hurting my feelings here." Justin says as he props his chin up in the palm, giving him a pouty look upon his face. "So, anyways, let's go back to this truck heist thingy. I think we got the base of the mission covered. Any particular chain you're fancy in ripping off?"

"Pfft, you're lucky I ain't hurtin' more'n that," Felix says, ending up sitting entirely sideways in the booth, legs along the seat, and letting his head thunk lightly back against the wall behind him. He glances sideways at Justin, and murmurs, "Y'know, it's times like these I'm reminded what m'man Jayce useta tell me, when I was just a li'l shaver: yo, other people got ears, asshole. ...someday when I keep not bein' in jail I prolly oughta send him a fruit basket or some shit." And despite this, he still also shrugs and adds, "...an' nah. Not really." Possibly it does help that the booths to either side of them have emptied out and don't seem to be filling back up as yet.

There's no sign of Lilah for a few minutes, and then she returns, bringing drinks! First for the family, and then she's back over to the 'rou table. Coffee, coffee carafe, hot chocolate, and a chocolate milkshake. This is all set in front of them, and Felix's drinks are even set to his left, and not his right. That done, she smiles to the two of them and immediately starts to turn around, back toward the back without a word. At least the look she gives Felix is an extremely fond one. Justin will have to be content with a bright smile.

"Pffh. Like I can't take you any day, any place. You're lucky only my breath is knocking you out." Justin shoots over to him as he twirls his straw about in his fingers. When the drinks arrive, he gives a wide grin to Lilah and takes his cocoa, sipping on it. "Man, I /really/ wish Bella was working today."

That gets another snort. "Sez you. Might not be so easy as you think," Felix says, "You wanna test some day, reckon we can find out." 'Right now, outside' is at least not currently offered as a suggestion, regardless of that energy still near spilling over. He changes position in the seat again instead, pulling his legs up indian style, which at least puts him a bit closer to Lilah when she returns -- the better for letting her set down his drinks, and the better for him reaching out to try to catch her wrist. He still wants that kiss, though if he has to he'll settle for kissing her hand. For now. "Me too, 'cause then Lilah could go on break," he replies to Justin, with a quick grin of his own.

It's fairly easy to catch Lilah's wrist, and she gets a small, lopsided smile before tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and bending down to give him a quick kiss. He's not relegated to mere hand-kisses, but he'll have to be content with just a brief one. That kiss bestowed, she reaches down to squeeze his hand before heading away with purpose.

"Yeah, I wanna test some day. Any time you're ready for it, you let me know. I'll show you I got more punch in my fists than I do my breath." Justin takes another loud slurp of cocoa, then licks the whip cream off his lips. "I tussle with Three Mountains all the time. We make a game outta it. Loser buys milkshakes at Mickey D's."

Felix squeezes Lilah's hand back, looking somewhat more pleased even if the kiss IS brief. "Him an' his milkshakes," he says, shaking his head with amusement, though he's watching the kin head off again. "You ever got him one here? They're better, you ask me." He eats the cherry off his, then a spoonful of the whipped cream, another good dollop getting moved from shake to coffee while he's at it.

Lilah stops by the teen's table for a moment, and then she's in the back for several more. When she returns, the teen's gone, tip left on the table and Lilah's arms holding a large tray full of food. This is set down on the edge of the family's table and their food doled out to each person. She smiles warmly to something said by the elderly woman, and then laughs at (one presumes) a joke told by the younger woman. That taken care of, she's back to the back. Hustle, hustle!

"I don't know, man. Mickey D Shamrock shakes are legendary." Justin says cooly as he slides his finger along the whipcream, then tucks it into his mouth with a loud suck. Peering over to the teen's table, he slips out of the booth and ambles over to take a peek at the receipt, then grins. "Ha! He left his number." He calls over to Felix as he tears it off the top of the receipt. "And now, pranking material."

Felix laughs, watching Justin tear it. "Did he leave her a good tip, too? Determines the level of potential future prankin'." He takes a sip of his quite hot coffee, considers it a moment, and then drinks enough more to make room for a good-sized scoop of the milkshake to get stirred in. Mocha! Ish. He seems pleased with it, anyway. Lilah's bustling gets at least half-watched, and it's not until the Ahroun gets back to the table that he suddenly says, "What I was sayin' before was you SHOULD be pissed if some customer grabbed Bella's ass. Wouldn't have nothin' to do with you bein' confident or not. Bein' pissed they're lookin', yeah, maybe. Who doesn't look? But grabbin'? Nah. That's different." He shrugs, adjusting his seating once more, more or less back to the one that lets him watch the room best. His fingertips tap absently and near noiselessly against the edge of the table, in time to the music currently being piped into the place.

He did, indeed, leave a fairly impressive tip. Not 'a hundred dollars' good, but 25-30%, let's say. Lilah remains in the back for a bit, and then heads toward the 'rou table, a tray with their food heaped on it in her arms. She doesn't stop by either of her other tables just yet, though that may be because of said heavy tray. "Nigh-infinite pancakes, atcher service," she tells the two of them, and puts pancakes in front of both of them. Then she starts parceling out the rest of their food, before suddenly snapping her fingers. "I forgotcher toast," she smiles sweetly to Felix. "But here's some jam, anyways." She shrugs. At least she remembered Justin's toast.

"Yeah, pretty big tip." Justin says with a grin on his face. "You know what they say about dudes with a big tip. They like to blow their wad." He rumbles out as he tugs his lips back farther with a grin. "And I just wouldn't care if some dude grabbed Bella's butt. She can handle herself. I think it'd be more hilarious to watch her beat some guy's ass for it than me getting involved and show boating." As the food comes, he winks to Lilah. "Take you for /my/ toast."

The comment about the tip gets another laugh, and a, "Well, I gotta admit, it can be pretty satisfyin'. Still, though. S'pose we won't mess with him TOO bad then. Save the good stuff for the assholes that run her all over the place an' then don't even leave her nothin'." Felix takes a drink of his coffee, and shakes his head at Justin's reply. "Well. You oughta," he says, "...she shouldn't oughta =hafta= do it. Shit, you're the one was campin' all stalkery in the park to make sure nothin' happened there." He shrugs, and brightens as Lilah returns. "When you say 'forgot'," he asks her, lifting a brow, "are we talkin' 'oops, I didn't tell the cook,' 'oops, I left it on the counter', or 'oops, now how did that get in mah belly?'" He takes the jam anyway, opening it and setting it on his plate, by the pancakes. Apparently they need to get butter and sugar first. THEN the jam. Then syrup.

"You're welcome o'course," Lilah says to Justin cheerily, and then tilts her head at Felix's questions. "Little from Column B, little from Column C, I reckon." She wipes at the edge of her mouth, though there weren't any crumbs visible prior. "I told the cook, but I musta misplaced 'em somewheres. I'd go look, but I'm a very busy woman, y'know." She arches a brow, and then begins to leave the table again, being as she's so very busy.

"Yeah, well, I was watching for super natural type of bullshit, not drunk Denny dudes who is just being dumb. If it was out on the street I think it'd be different." Justin says as he picks up his toast and passes Felix a slice. "But, now that we're dating, there is no need for me to be all .. stalkery."

Felix reaches over to catch Lilah's hand again, giving her his best stern look. "I reckon mostly column C," he says, "...but I s'pose I might be able to forgive you. Maybe. If you play your cards right. How long 'til you're free to play some cards, anyhow, busy woman?" He accepts the offer from Justin, holding the slice of toast to his chest, or at least as nearly as prevents getting anything on his shirt. "You, sir, are an officer an' a gentleman, an' your generosity will not go unheralded this day."

Feigning shock, Lilah shakes her head at Justin, saying, "Traitor. He was suppos'ta *suffer.*" Pause. Glance at Felix. "Or... so I heard. From the person't ate his toast. If such a person exists." She sideeyes the two of them, and then suddenly smiles, squeezing Felix's hand. "Weeeeeellll," she drawls out at his question. "I ain't never been real good at cards. 'Specially poker. But you maaaaaaay o' noticed I ain't been takin' any new tables since y'all arrived." Her smile turns smug. "So ya might get dealt the Queen o' Hearts sooner'n you expected."

"Yeah, but if he was to suffer, he would mope all day about his toast." Justin grins as he shifts himself to sprawl out on his side of the bench, then begins to dig into his pancakes as he puts the plate on his chest. He uses his fingers, no butter or syrup as he tears off hunks and crams it into his mouth.

"I don't mope. I'm fuckin' stoic as hell," Felix protests mildly as he moves some of the jam onto the toast, then rips about a third of the slice off and offers it to Lilah, toast thief and architect of his suffering though she may be. "I'd just go break some shit until I was over the tragic an' untimely loss of my precious toast. But this's better. Now I got joy in my heart an' toast flavoured with the milk of human kindness." He grins at Lilah's smug revelation, and this time does kiss her hand, slightly stickily. This may be intentional. "Hope so. I'm pretty sure that'd make a winnin' hand."

Lilah looks between the two of them, shaking her head with amusement. She waves off the toast, though she does seem amused at the offer. She doesn't seem to mind the sticky kiss, in fact looking quite pleased with her lot in life. Felix's last words make her blush, if faintly, and she shakes her head, withdrawing her hand. "I reckon that depends on whatcher trynna win." She grins to the two of them, and heads away again, though she stops by the family's table first, probably checking if they need anything.

"See, I gave you your first dude kiss /and/ toast. We may as well get married and plan our honeymoon now. We're made for each other." Justin tears a hole in a pancake, then offers it to him. "With this ring, I thee wed."

Felix glances after Lilah again as she goes, eating the piece of toast he'd offered her, and makes a face at Justin. "I didn't WANT a dude-kiss," he says, "Still don't. Ain't no one ever taught you you're s'posta get people shit they'd want, not shit you would? Anyway, you're too late, way I hear it wives are a one-per-customer kinda thing. Plus I reckon Bella might have somethin' to say about it, an' I bet it'd be somethin' that ain't too helpful to this datin' y'all're doin'. Which, y'all been out much more since that first time? Gotta keep me up to date on all this." He finishes off the toast, adding thoughtfully, "...although that honeymoon part, now, ain't got one of those yet..."

When Lilah returns, it's to bring refills to the family, and their check. She stands and talks with them for a few minutes, smiling and occasionally laughing, and then she makes her way back over to Justin and Felix. This time, she seems inclined to stay, judging by the way she tries to scoot into the booth beside Felix without so much as a by-your-leave. She gives a slight yawn, and lowers the apron from around her neck.

"You are a fucking liar. You /wanted/ that dude kiss so bad. I can tell that you want another but you just don't want to blush in public." Justin flips the pancake ring on to his friend's plate. "And no, Bella and I haven't gone out again for a second time yet. You know, moon and all and she is busy with work and other stuff. I don't wanna pressure her."

"You ever heard of this thing they call 'projecting'?" Felix rejoins, eyeing the pancake-ring askance. Lilah, when she returns and slides into the booth beside him, does NOT get eyed askance; she gets an arm slid around her waist in such a manner as to invite her to scoot all the way into his lap if she's so inclined. The three of them are in a booth, Justin on one side and the Sinclairs on the other, and both Gnawers have food. Specifically, large plates of UNLIMITED PANCAKES! (insert reverb effects here); Justin's got cocoa, and Felix has coffee and a chocolate milkshake, the latter of which has been partially mixed into the former, thus far. It's probably around 10 or maybe 11am by now. "Mm," he says to Justin, nodding, "moon an' all."

Lilah does slide closer to Felix, but not quite into his lap. Instead, she leans over into his space, reaching out to pluck a piece of bacon off of his plate. And then, on second thought, she tries to scoot his plate closer to her. To Justin, she crows proudly, "Well, fancy that! I got unlimited pancakes!" She kisses Felix's cheek, and lets them know, "You may o' lost out on your 'unlimited,' though, 'less ya can convince me to go back for more. Deal on taking my tables was I get to keep waitin' on this one." She bats her eyelashes.

"Hey, I'll just go back there and get my own pancakes if you don't want to fetch 'em for me." Justin says with a grin as he takes the pancake ring that Felix has decided to dismiss and crams it into his mouth. M'gonna eat allll the pancakes today." After a few chews and a swallow, he knocks it down his throat with a gulp of water.

After a spin to the Walmart to refuel on cheap art supplies, Isabella makes her way towards the Denny's where she'd been informed Others may end have ended up. She can be seen first peering in the window, not quite shady given her expression like she was looking to see if they're selling cute puppies. She ultimately does spy familiar heads of hair and abandons the window for the doors, not till after a few old ladies give her a suspicious eyeballing.

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The most intensive kind of eyeballing! Felix is busy giving Lilah a suspicious and skeptical eyeballing of his own as she steals his bacon and goes after his plate, but he doesn't interfere -- not beyond snagging the last stip of bacon to get it well beyond her easy access, and once he's finished eating that, snagging the edge of his plate so that she can't move it out of his easy continuing-to-eat range. He lets it be within hers, though; apparently even if their unlimitedness may be limited, he's willing to share. If she's willing to eat pancakes doctored with his kitchen sink style of pancake-topping, anyway. He shifts how he's sitting to make the closeness easier, and hooks his ankle around hers beneath the table. "Can't say as I wouldn't be interested to see that," he says to Justin's threat, and then blinks as his gaze crosses a window with a familiar shaped viewer, one heading for the door to enter. He doesn't yet say anything, however, just grins and drinks some more of his shake-coffee.

Now that's she's stolen that bit of bacon, Lilah seems disinclined to actually eat her purloined pancakes. Instead, she merely smiles a victorious smile, and leans her head against Felix's side. "I reckon I might could be persuaded to getcha yer pancakes," she allows to Justin, and pats Felix's leg lightly. She has yet to notice Isabella, her focus on the two Gnawers for the moment.

"I don't know, I think I should go back there and get them. I may even try and make them too." Justin says with a grin. "Just give me your apron and I'll pretend to work here. I can be /very/ convincing." Stuffing another pancake into his mouth, he crams it in after wadding it up into a bit of a blob of cake. He chews heavily over the piece of cake, choking it down after a few gulps of water.

Isabella makes her way for the booth and comes up behind Justin. There's a wink and wave to the couple on the other side of booth in a 'don't blow my cover' greeting. She places her hands on the top edge of the seat to either side of Justin's shoulders before loudly clearing her throat and asking, "This guy givin' you folks some trouble?"

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"Thank God you're here, officer!" Felix says, which in any other circumstance is about as likely as sheep reciting rapturous paeans to a slaughterhouse, but he sells it pretty damn well, considering. "He's threatenin' to cause a breach of the peace an' obtain goods under false pretenses, plus I'm pretty sure those table manners're a felony."

"You cain't be THAT convincing, cuz I ain't convinced," Lilah grins over at Justin, shaking her head, and then leans her head back up against Felix, the better not to call attention to Isabella's arrival. She laughs at her words, and Felix's reply especially. For whatever reason, it even earns him a kiss. "He is botherin' us somethin' fierce," she nods to Bella, and then looks to Justin. "Yer a bad man, Justin. Yer goin' away for a long, long time. Them table manners 'specially gonna net you time in the pokey."

Justin gives a startled jerk at the sound of Bella's voice and the hands upon her shoulders. "Wha--?! I ain't bothering no--...." He pauses as he turns around to spy the kinfolk, then gives her a toothy grin as he shifts over to make room for her next to him on the booth. "Pffff. You two are jerks." He hisses to Felix and Lilah, then gives an indignant sniff. "Some friends, dissing my manners and other things."

"Real friends don' sugar coat it." Bella says with a wide, sweet smile as she slides into the booth. "Exaggerate maybe if ya need a lesso-- ooh! Pancakes. Bet they got punkin ones." She coos before clearing her throat. "So how're ya'll doin'?"

Felix laughs, leaning in against Lilah, when Justin first reacts, and when he sees who's actually there. "Aww," he says to the sniff, "you know we love you, man. Even if you did just shove an entire pancake in your face at once." He actually uses a knife and fork on his own pancakes, although really, the fact that they're entirely covered in layers of butter, sugar, jam, and syrup may well do at least as much to discourage using his fingers as manners for their own sake. Possibly even more than manners for the sake of observing girls. "They might got punkin ones," he agreed, "didn't think to check. Doll, you hidin' special flavourized pancakes from us back there?" Lilah gets a suspicious look with the inquiry.

"Awww, y'all found about about my flavorized pancakes. Why you go an' give away my cover?" Lilah asks Isabella, and then grins. "I reckon we do got some punkin pancakes, but y'all didn't *ask* me for 'em, so I plumb forgot. I get outta my rhythm, don't say the specials, an' pretty soon ya ain't gettin' no pumpkin pecan pie pancakes. It's a sad, sad thing." She shakes her head mournfully. "...though I reckon I *might* could be persuaded to getcha some. If the persuasion was particularly persuadin'." She answers to Bella, "I'm wore out, how 'bout you?"

Hooking his arm around Bella's shoulders, Justin looks to tug her in against him. "Doing great now that you're here. It's hard watching these two practically fuck in front of me twenty-four-seven." He says as he scrunches his face up. "You wanna go out tonight and do something with me? Ya'know, date like? Round two?" He flicks a piece of bacon over to Felix. Flickity-flick. "Since we got unlimited pancakes, we should do a round of pumpkin next."

"Pumpkin /and/ pecan pie?" Isabella says with the awed tone of discovery. "Oh I do need me some'a those. And bacon, good'n crispy. Good to hear, Lilah, though hopefully these two ain't gotcha workin' hard." She leans in against Justin and grins aside to the Ahroun. "Tsk, it's inappropriate to call it that in public. It's an Excessive Display Of Affection In Public. But sure! Bigwigs don't gotcha doin' stuff, bein' that time of month and all?"

Felix goes to catch the bacon when it's flicked, and misjudges the timing, so it bounces off his hand and right into the middle of Lake Pancake. He plucks it out and eats it as is, new coating and all, then licks the residue off his fingertips. But, uh... neatly? It does occur to him to use a napkin afterward, at least. "Pumpkin pecan pie pancakes? Oh, I presume my persuasion can be pretty particularly persuasive, persuin' provisions of practical perfection," he tells her as seriously as he can; at Justin's complaint and Isabella's correction, he gives them a sly look and adds to Lilah, "Possibly even publically," before warning Justin, "An' careful, if you wanna keep that 'practically' in there."

While Justin's words don't seem to have bothered Felix, Lilah blushes up a storm, firmly shaking her head. "It ain't like that," she says simply, and then turns her head to consider Felix as he alliterates. Each new word has her smile rising higher, until she outright giggles, and squeezes whichever of his hands is closer to her. "I reckon that was particularly persuadin', perhaps partially." She starts to scoot out of the booth. "I'll go fetch y'all some pancakes. Y'all want anything else?" And she looks directly to Isabella on this as she adds, "Speak now 'r forever hold yer peace."

"Nah, big wigs don't even know we're alive unless we're fucking up. The moon is full and my blood is boiling but I'm sure I can calm it down with some cartoons or something and we can do something for dinner. Whatever you want. Ladies choice." Justin says as he leans in to kiss the side of her head. "I'm good with what I got right now." He says to Lilah with a nod of his head.

"The Devil's pancake, pig candy, iced tea, and I'll kill off the sugar in the booth, thanks hon!" Isabella says with a beaming smile to Lilah. She snakes a hand in to poke playfully at the side of Justin at the kiss before she turns in to return it to his cheek. "We'll play it by ear, even if we gotta picnic in the quietest end of the library if everywhere else gets under your skin. Too cold to be grillin' out. Feels like it's gonna snow out there."

"A plate of pancakes, a milkshake, an' thou?" Felix suggests, "...actually, I prolly got enough milkshake. So just the pancakes an' thou." He gives her hand a squeeze back as she starts to go; her blushing doesn't seem to have any effect on him except perhaps a little amusement. "Hey.. what if I don't wanna hold my peace, though? Especially forever? If I let go are you gonna hold it for me? I mean, I got other shit to do with my hands. Eat pancakes, for one." Which is what he starts doing again, along with watching after her, when she heads away. "I'd say you oughta go up on the roof, in a case like that, 'cept it's just as cold up there as out anywhere else. Though, I reckon you could make a can fire or somethin', in a pinch."

"You got it," Lilah promises Isabella before nodding to Justin to show she's heard him. "Pancakes, I can getcha," she says with a nod and a slip out of the booth. "Hold yer own peace, or get Justin t'hold it for ya," she suggests, "...I got pancakes t'fetch." That said, Lilah lifts her apron back up, and heads toward the kitchen. Sometime recently, the family she was waiting on has left, taken care of by another waitress.

"Sure, we can do a picnic, maybe at my office in the junkyard." Justin chuckles as he slips one hand down into Bella's, giving her fingers a firm squeeze. "I'll break out a two liter of Mountain Dew and bring a pizza over." With his free hand, he snags some eggs, though with a fork of course and pops it into his mouth hungrily.

"Sounds like a plan." Bella says with an agreeing nod of her head. "I'll bring my best cd's and my boombox. I'd bring a movie but I don't have a player. I plan to get a portable one one of these days! But ya know, gas and coffee come first followed by art supplies and, well, that mostly takes care'a what money I got."

Felix pouts after Lilah at her refusal of peace-holding, though it looks more put-on than real, and one might actually suspect he liked the reply. Maybe. "Nice," he says to the other two, "Sounds all romantic an' shit. You oughta bring the movie too, though, 'cause I know I saw him watchin' a film out there before. An' if that was just on TV he can prolly sort somethin' out anyhow, y'know. Maybe even portable if you play your cards right. ...in this case I'm thinkin' maybe Egyptian Rat Screw. Or Gin Rummy."

Lilah is gone for a minute or two, and when she returns, she's got Isabella's iced tea... and some sugar. And that's it. No pancakes at ALL. Though she brings the iced tea over, setting it in front of Bella along with a mountain of sugar packets. "Y'all's pancakes should be done real soon. I can go babysit 'em, if'n ya want."

"I got a DVD player at my place. Fixed up a few of them and been selling them to pawn shops here and there. So we can watch a movie if you want to bring one over." Justin brushes his thumb across the top of Bella's fingers, then grins to Felix. "I'm more of an Old Maid kinda guy." Slumping down into the bench, he curls his other arm about the kin, securing her in a proper snuggle.

Isabella collects up the tea happily. "Thanks, Lilah! And no hurry on my part. I have tea." And packet by packet, albeit it one handed, the sugar is added. It's obscene but there's no sweet tea this far north. "Uno's the best card game." She adds as she rests against Justin and using his side as a backrest as she stirs her tea with it's snowstorm of sugar. "As long as you can see color and count to nine you can play it, no matter how sloshed you get."

Felix and Lilah have noticed the shameful lack themselves, and the vast addition gets an understanding look from the Galliard. "I kinda like FUBAR. But that ain't so much a card game you can still play drunk as a way to get drunk that involves usin' cards..." He tugs Lilah back down next to him, all the answer about pancake babysitting she gets from his corner, at least.

Lilah grins at Bella, as she starts to add packet after packet. Oh yes, Lilah knows that feeling. "I don't play many card games, but I like War," she pipes up, and allows herself to be tugged down next to him without the slightest bit of protest. She waves to Bella and Justin as they head out, and then squeezes Felix's hand beneath the table.

"Sooo.. you wanna stay in tonight an' do somethin' with me? Y'know, date-like? Round two?" Felix asks Lilah teasingly as the others head out into the cold, resting his head on her shoulder as he asks and batting his lashes at her. The hand squeezing is returned, but the hand itself isn't.

"I reckon not," Lilah says with a shrug, batting her lashes innocently. "I got all this twenty-four-seven fuckin' to get to," she says blithely, though she can't help but blush quite a bit. "Ain't got time for dates, with all that on m'plate." The edges of her lips curve up slightly. "...then again, I might could spare some time, just to get to know ya a little better, I s'ppose. If'n you were up for it."

Felix laughs, startled by her blithe reply, even if it did have a good blush to go along with it. "Well, I ain't gonna lie, I'm pretty in favour of the whole twenty-four-seven thing," he says, "But, y'know. Everyone needs a few minutes rest an' recuperation here an' there."

Lilah smiles at that laugh, looking highly pleased with herself, even as her cheeks remain pretty red. "Yer in favor of it? I'm s'very surprised," she says, not sounding surprised at all. But the rest of what he has to say gets a broad grin, and even a kiss to his cheek. "Reckon it's a date. ...lit'rally. We wanna just do it here, 'r where?"

"We can do it anywhere you want," Felix replies, without even trying not to make it sound like a blatant innuendo. Hey, they already established neither of them were surprised he'd be in favour. "I'm thinkin' somewhere reasonably warm, regardless." He looks suddenly struck by a thought. "Hey. You reckon you could be comfy in the Caddy a while with her top up an' all?"

Unsurprisingly, his innuendo does nothing to lessen Lilah's blushing. Instead, she takes a drink of his water (because surely he has water, if only brought before he sat down) and then tilts her head at his question. It takes serious consideration, and then she gives a very small smile. "I reckon I could do that. Whatcha got in mind?"

Also unsurprisingly, the blushing does nothing to lessen Felix's amusement. He leans closer again, giving her neck a nuzzle before he sits back up up. "I was thinkin', there's that drive-in Justin an' Bella went to for their first date. Reckon it might be showin' somethin' we might wanna see," he says. "Worth a look, anyhow."

Lilah's eyes close as he nuzzles her neck, if only briefly, and she runs her fingers through his hair, just as briefly. "I got cash for that, if'n you like. Got good tips today. Sarah said even that family tipped good. Families ain't always got it to give, but today was lucky." She smiles softly at him, running her thumb over his fingertips. "I'll go box up yer new order o' pancakes. 'less you wanna eat 'em first."

"Reckon I got time to eat," Felix decides, "Prolly they won't open for hours yet. So we can box up the NEXT set of pancakes, an' then go home an entertain ourselves with other stuff 'til it gets dark." He looks just a bit torn about the offer to pay, and for the moment just goes with, "Glad you did, 'specially considerin' we kinda cut down the total number of tips, comin' in an' monopolizin' you an' all."

Lilah smiles yet further, and leans over to kiss his cheek. "Thanks f'r lettin' me pay. I got cash just eatin' a hole in m'pcoket right now, an' don't *nobody* wanna see what kinda junk I'd buy with it." She shakes her head. "Anyway, y'all didn't monopolize me too bad. I got real nice tips today, like I said, so it must not've been trouble. Be right back, I'mma go getcher pancakes."

"=I= wanna see what kinda junk you'd buy with it," Felix replies, sounding honestly intrigued by this claim of hers. He still doesn't look totally sanguine about this letting her pay thing, but, well, thanked and all. Still, even so.

"Prolly just go blitz through a Dollar Store, walk out with half o' the worst stuff there. I ain't sayin' they don't got good stuff-- I'm a big fan. But I ain't got an eye for quality when it comes to that stuff." Lilah shrugs, and kisses his cheek again before starting to pull away and head into the back.

Felix grins at her answer, and smiles a bit more softly at the kiss. Of course he watches her go, again; while she's up he polishes off the last of his current pancakes, and makes some serious inroads on what remains of his coffee and milkshake, mixing them together some more.

Lilah isn't gone too long, but when she returns, she's divested herself of the apron, and carries a small tray. The tray's holding a single plate, but that plate's carrying several pumpkin pecan pie pancakes, practically bursting with butter and sopping with syrup. The tray is set down on a counter nearby his table, the plate carried on and set in front of him.

Felix's eyes widen somewhat at the bounty, and he considers the plate nigh-reverently once it's placed before him. "I forgive your toast theft," he says, before looking over and trying to draw Lilah into the booth with him again, "...as long as you don't try to steal these. But I MIGHT share. If you make it worth my while."

Lilah is easily drawn into the booth with him, even as she's chuckling under her breath at his forgiveness. She gives him the sideeye at his last words, canting her head to the side and running a fingertip idly down past his shoulder. "And how you reckon I might do that? And *why* you reckon I might do that? Seems like ya should sweeten the pot, if'n you want me makin' stuff worth yer while."

"I reckon you might do it 'cause you want me to share these amazingly delicious-lookin' pancakes with you," Felix says, "which looks like a pretty sweet pot to me. As for how, well, I'd wanna see what that mind of yours might come up with to offer." In the meantime, though, he's going to start in on those pancakes, and he doesn't even put anything more onto them first.

"I *s'ppose* that might be a sweet enough pot," Lilah grudgingly agrees, and his answer as to the 'how' has her predictably blushing again, as she rubs at the back of her neck. "I ain't got much t'offer you ain't already got," she murmurs quietly, embarrassed, and leans in to kiss the edge of his earlobe. "Reckon I could offer 'more o' the same' but somehow I don't think that's gonna fly."

Felix smiles at the kiss, his head tilting slightly as if to make it easier despite it already having been done. "Might depend what kinda 'the same' you got in mind," he says, "Some things, you can't never have too much same." He hooks his ankle around hers while he enjoys the first bite.

Lilah playfully swats at his arm, shaking her head. "You know *exactly* what kinda 'more o' the same' I'm offerin', don't you play innocent with *me,* Mr. Sinclair. I know better, by now." She's grinning, even as her cheeks are getting redder. Her hand lifts to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and then she murmurs quietly, "Reckon we got an accord?"

"Mm, I dunno," Felix says, tilting his head again, this time consideringly, "More pancakes? More stories? More random shit from dollar stores?" He grins, eating a second bite of the pancakes. "We oughta hit a dollar store, by the way, I really do wanna see what you'd pick up. Actually, wouldn't mind checkin' out a couple other places, too, if you're up for that bein' part of our plans..." He cuts another piece of pancake, but doesn't eat it as yet, instead holding it on the fork where he might be able to easily, say, feed it to Lilah. If he were so inclined.

"All o' the above. Stories 'n pancakes 'n random shit from dollar stores, my treat," Lilah says with a smirk. "But you know that ain't what I meant." She grins back at him, and asks, "Why you so curious what I'd get atta dollar store? What'd *you* go get, if'n you had, say, fifty bucks in a place like that?" She watches him as he eats, and nods to the suggestion of checking out other places, though she doesn't comment aloud. Instead, she leans forward to try to catch that bite of pancake.

Felix moves it away teasingly, watching her. "How d'you know I know what you meant, if you ain't gonna tell me what you mean?" he asks. "And I'm curious 'cause... I'm curious. What I'd buy'd depend entirely what they had, 'course." A slight pause, and he adds, "An' prolly how close shit was bein' watched."

Lilah snaps her teeth at the air, and then looks up at him with a crooked smile. "I know you know what I meant, cuz you're smart an' you're clever, an' you're also positively wicked. An' you know it's true, so don't you go denyin' it now." She leans toward the fork again, and adds, "What if it was a hypothetical fully-stocked Dollar Store, an' it was watched *real* close."

"You're just fulla compliments when you don't wanna say somethin', aren'tcha?" Felix asks, giving her a smirk back, but he also moves the fork to feed her the bite, so apparently her offer is accepted. "Not that I don't like bein' complimented." He cuts the pancakes up into bitesized parts, the reason becoming clear once he finishes and slides an arm around Lilah to pull her in closer, leaving only one hand free for cutlery manipulation. "Hm. Well, first I'd prolly check the food an' drink area, see if there's weird foreign candy, or generally appealin' snacks, or some kinda alcohol. That last one ain't likely, but you never know. Never seen one sellin' smokes but I might as well keep an eye out. Check the toy section an' see what's there, take a look at the clothes, although ain't likely to be anything I'd wanna wear there. Can't be a lot more specific; it's a dollar store, you dunno what kinda shit might be in there today. That's what I like about 'em. Ain't as good as thrift stores an' flea markets, but they're still kinda fun."

"Yes I am, handsome," Lilah replies with a sunny smile, and is more than happy to snap up that bite, chewing it thoroughly. "I reckon that's a good approach to Dollar Stores. I dunno what I'd grab up, an' that's part o' the problem. I ain't got an eye for that kinda stuff. I ain't used ta havin' any spendin' money." Because she's so rich now. She leans in to try and get herself another bite of pancake.

Felix eats another piece of pancake himself, smacking the back of Lilah's hand lightly with the fork if she tries to snag any with her fingers, but after that does offer her another. On the fork. "Ain't all money spendin' money?" he asks, "What else would you do with it? I mean, not countin' givin' it away."

Her hand smacked, Lilah sighs playfully, and then grins at him when she's offered another bite. She accepts it, and then shrugs to his question. "What else did I used t'do with it, 'r what else *would* I do with it, perfect world?"

"What else IS there to do with it, so I s'pose both," Felix says, turning his head and giving her a slightly sticky kiss on the cheek, just along the bone, for no obvious reason.

That kiss to her cheek seems to perk Lilah up a bit, and she wasn't exactly slouching before. "Other than give it away, useta save it. I know that ain't an innerestin' answer, but..." Another shrug, and she nuzzles up against him for no particular reason. "I dunno, as far's what I *would* do. If I wasn't spendin' it on stupid stuff, 'r givin' it away, I'd prolly save all over again. Always kinda wanted... a house 'r somethin'. Nothin' too big." She shrugs, and tries to steal another bite of pancake. With her fingers.

"Huh," Felix says, as if saving it has honestly never occurred to him, and he munches another bite of pancake thoughtfully. Not quite so thoughtfully that the fork doesn't bap the back of Lilah's hand again, though. "...well, I reckon it ain't like you couldn't still save it, if you wanted. What'd you want a house for?" It doesn't so much sound like he thinks it's an odd thing to want as though he wants her particular reason. "An' what'd it be like?" He gets another bite of pancake for her, then.

Lilah smiles softly at the bap to the back of her hand, shaking her head. "I don't needa save it. An' I dunno. I just. Always kinda wanted m'own space, nice 'n stretchable. Not no mansion, but. Some white picket fence bullshit, who knows?" She frowns, if faintly, and shrugs as she leans in for her piece of pancake. Chewing it gives her a little time to think, and so when that bite's done, she answers, "It'd be big enough t'store m'shit. Bookshelves. 'n a yard."

"Library's big enough to store all your shit an' then some, an' it's got bookshelves," Felix notes, "Ain't much in the way of a yard, though." He has another bite himself while he thinks about this. "...it'd be weird, not havin' a buncha other people around."

"Reckon you're right," Lilah says with a shrug, and nuzzles up to him, resting her head against his neck. "What aboutchoo? What'd you spend money on, if'n you suddenly had a buncha it? Like a whole lot. If you couldn't give it away."

Felix turns his head to nuzzle against hers, and looks thoughtful. "I couldn't give it away? What kinda restrictions, exactly?" he asks. "...an' how much a whole lot?" The pancakes keep disappearing swiftly, and while most of them are going into him, he's offering Lilah probably every third bite or so, maybe a little bit more.

"I dunno. Cain't just give it away. Gotta spend it on you, or somethin' you'd want. Whatcha always wish ya could buy? An' I dunno. A million. 'r, half a million. Let's not get crazy, here." Lilah remains nuzzled up against him, and wraps an arm around his waist, letting him feed her like some kind of bird.

Felix is quiet through two entire bites of pancakes before he answers again. "I dunno. Maybe I'd buy you a house," he says, "...or does that count as givin' it away? I'd want you to have the house, so that's somethin' I'd want." More thought, and he brightens slightly. "S'pose it doesn't have to be big shit, really, yeah? I'd get a really good guitar an' amp. And take you on the rest of the road trip, maybe, 'cause we wouldn't hafta worry about gas or repairs or nothin', an' we could stay in hotels even." A little more thought. "An' maybe get us a bed. I dunno, ain't that much I need, really."

Despite herself, Lilah can't help but look incredibly charmed by his answer. She straightens up from her nuzzle and leans in to kiss him, sticky lips and all. It's a relatively chaste kiss, but it's still something. "I like you, Mr. Sinclair," she says simply, and gives his waist a light squeeze. "Reckon that's a purty good answer. You want more pancakes, 'r this plate enough? I'll even letcha have a raincheck on more pancakes, after an answer like that."

Felix is perfectly pleased to have the kiss, sticky lips and all. On both sides! "I like you too, Mrs. Sinclair," he replies, and attempts to feed her the second-to-last bite of the pancakes. The very last is apparently his own. "Hm. Might take you up on that raincheck," he decides, "Reckon I =could= eat another plate or two, but I think I wanna save room for somethin' else, an' have more of these later. ...don't tell Justin though." He grins, and takes his turn to nuzzle her.

"More'n anyone," Lilah says firmly, and takes in that bite with a happy little smile. "What you savin' room for?" She grins broadly all of a sudden, even as she nuzzles him right back. "Reckon if'n ya don't want me to tattle on ya, ya should ... make it worth my while." Her eyebrows lift with amusement.

"More'n anyone," Felix agrees, with a small, crooked smile. He gives her a squeeze, and eats that last bite of the pancakes, snorting softly at her terms. "Oh, yeah? Well, I ain't got much to offer you ain't already got, so I reckon maybe I'll offer more of the same."

"Weeeeeelllll," Lilah says thoughtfully, and then shakes her head. "I reckon I ain't as easy to please as you are. Now that I done had my pancakes 'n all, I'mma need somethin' a little more. 'Less you can think of some way t'make it worth my while, I'mma *have* t'snitch on ya. S'just onna them things." She shrugs 'helplessly.'

Felix quirks a brow at Lilah. "Oh, 'zat so?" he asks, "'cause before you make any unchangeable decisions I think you oughta take into account the well known legal principle that snitches... get stitches." Apparently potential snitches also get tickled, as his hand slides down to find the side of her waist and assault it.

"Just so," Lilah says with an oh so serious nod to his question, and then gets a sly smile on her lips as he makes his suggestion. In fact, she opens her mouth to retort... something, but instead lets out a little shriek as she's tickled, thumping her knee against the underside of the table in surprise. Peals of laughter escape her, and she promises, "I'mma-- I'mma tell 'im f'sure now!" as she starts to try and tickle Felix's waist right back.

"Oh no no no," Felix replies eloquently, twisting to get away from her hands and going to restrain them with his free one, "None of that! You're gonna put me in a position where all I got to offer's NOT givin' you LESS of the same, an' ain't no one gonna be happy with THAT." Well, possibly other people who live on their floor, some nights. "Where's your loyalty, huh?"

It's a little difficult for him to restrain her hands in his free one, but doable with effort. And at that point, Lilah huffs with a laugh and leans in to kiss him, a good deal warmer than before but still appropriate for a Denny's. Somewhat, anyway. "The question ain't where my loyalty is, it's where it *ain't,*" she says with a breath of a laugh when the kiss breaks, and squeezes the hand that holds hers before leaning in to try and kiss him again, briefly this time. She suggests, "Make it. Worth m'while. ...an' I'll make it worth yours." She gets a lopsided, close-mouthed smile, and she meets his gaze for a change, even as her cheeks pinken.

Felix kisses her back fairly soundly, hand tight on hers. "It oughta be with me," he says, and nips her lip when she kisses him again. He keeps her gaze when she meets his, and smiles back, just a little, one brow going up again. "And just what kinda exchange've you got in mind, Mrs. Sinclair?" he murmurs, "...given your unwillingness to answer before, should we be findin' somewhere you can demonstrate instead?"

Her eyes continue to meet his as Lilah says quietly, "It is." Another kiss follows, and then she leans her head back, trying to regain her equilibrium. Not meeting his gaze any longer seems to help with that, though she shivers just a touch at his murmurs. "Somehow I don't reckon we'd end up with a date on our hands if'n we headed somewhere else for that purpose," she muses.

That latest kiss is definitely starting to get into inappropriate for Denny's territory, and the shiver and her musing get a grin, albeit one of the smaller ones. "So then what you're sayin' is, we oughta just do it here?"

That kiss is returned in kind, though by the end Lilah's easing up on it, apparently not wanting to get them kicked out. Yet. In that vein, she says, "No. That *ain't* what I'm sayin'." She shakes her head, amused despite herself, and attempts to bring his hand to her lips for a peck. "I'm *sayin'* we won't end up with a date on our hands if'n we do it at all... pre-date."

"You sure?" Felix teases, and looks just a touch charmed at the hand kiss. "Well, all right, if you're sure you're sure. I'll be honest though, I'm pretty sure I got enough various worthwhile-makin' to cover pre-date an' date both. Maybe even post-date, God willin' an' the creek don't rise."

"I'm sure I'm sure," Lilah says with a half-smile, and then laughs to the rest of what he has to say. "I reckon worthwhile-makin' takes time 'n energy, an' by the time we'd do all that, it'd be the next day. An' we'd lie there all content-like, 'til it were about time for more worthwhile-makin'. Vicious loop, if'n you ask me."

Felix laughs, reaching to tug lightly on one of her curls. "If that's vicious, I reckon I wanna run into a lot more viciousness than I usually do," he replies. "...maybe we just go make us a =li'l= worthwhile, make sure we're on the same page 'fore we get goin' on our other plans."