[He grimaces exaggeratedly at the menu.] Me, that was me. Fine--
[It's part because he can't read the thing, part because what he can read he can't decide, and part because he loves the idea of the challenge--he folds his menu closed and slides it towards her elbows.] So try me. You order, I'll show you the way we do it in fuckin GC.
[Starting with slamming the two waters the waitress brings (I asked for like eight waters, can you just leave the pitcher? The coffee pitcher too--) and half his coffee black. Let's go.]
lmao i kind of ACTUALLY H8 WRITING EATING do you mind if we fast-forward over this monumental meal?
[It's part because he can't read the thing, part because what he can read he can't decide, and part because he loves the idea of the challenge--he folds his menu closed and slides it towards her elbows.] So try me. You order, I'll show you the way we do it in fuckin GC.
[Starting with slamming the two waters the waitress brings (I asked for like eight waters, can you just leave the pitcher? The coffee pitcher too--) and half his coffee black. Let's go.]