"Sure."Sure. Two for breakfast," I said, holding up two fingers and talking at a 'chatty' pace. The waitress gave me a sidelong glance; the diner still had not come back up to speed as she said, "You folks... don't need anything special, do ya?" I looked left, then right, my eyebrows raised in amusement only half-feigned. "Food?" I said. Finally, the waitress, who had probably been subjected to all kinds of weirdness in her life, regained her composure enough to guide us to a table. "Next thing you know," K'meh said, "she'll bring me milk in a bowl." I grinned and opened my menu. "What are you looking for, K'meh? Meat? Carbs? Uh... can you read Anglic?" "Of course I can read Anglic!" she hissed me. "You mean you haven't noticed by now?" "Didn't think to ask," I said. "I think I'm going to have the pancakes." "Sounds good," she said, "but I want meat." When the waitress returned, I ordered for both of us. People in place around the room kept staring at us, some openly, some covertly, but they were all at least stealing a glance. "You're popular," I observed. "Must be you," she said. |