“I’m sure they have something,” Jasper reassured, picking up his own menu and browsing it casually. “Yeah, there are vegetarian and gluten free icons.” Leaning over, he pointed out one of the menu items in question, before turning his attention back on his own menu, clicking his tongue against his teeth once as he considered. The food itself wouldn’t do anything for him, what with being dead and all, but the fact that a good half or more of their clientele were the walking dead seemed to encourage The Fantasy Bite’s staff to make exceptionally tasty food.
Putting the menu down, Jasper gave a wry little smile. “I think I’ll have the poutine.” He grinned, the usual order slipping from his lips without shame. He loved all that poutine was; thick cut potato chips buried under rich gravy and melted cheese curds. Delicious! “Do you know what you want?” He asked, but didn’t wait for a reply as he flagged down a waiter to come and take their orders. “I’ll have the poutine, and another glass, please.” He indicated his empty glass. He was still hungry, and the poutine wasn’t going to do anything to appease that feeling, though he was looking forward to enjoying the process of eating the meal!
As the waiter left with their orders, Jasper smiled sweetly at his sister, turning the little mason jar of flowers around so he could admire all of them; after a few moments of fidgeting with them, he left them alone. “Such a pretty little bouquet tonight.” He smiled. He loved flowers, and had his own little garden on his balcony, though he was partial to lavender rather than the wide range his sister kept in her greenhouse. “How is business?” It could be a filler topic, but Jasper was genuinely interested in the wellbeing of his sister and her shop.
Putting the menu down, Jasper gave a wry little smile. “I think I’ll have the poutine.” He grinned, the usual order slipping from his lips without shame. He loved all that poutine was; thick cut potato chips buried under rich gravy and melted cheese curds. Delicious! “Do you know what you want?” He asked, but didn’t wait for a reply as he flagged down a waiter to come and take their orders. “I’ll have the poutine, and another glass, please.” He indicated his empty glass. He was still hungry, and the poutine wasn’t going to do anything to appease that feeling, though he was looking forward to enjoying the process of eating the meal!
As the waiter left with their orders, Jasper smiled sweetly at his sister, turning the little mason jar of flowers around so he could admire all of them; after a few moments of fidgeting with them, he left them alone. “Such a pretty little bouquet tonight.” He smiled. He loved flowers, and had his own little garden on his balcony, though he was partial to lavender rather than the wide range his sister kept in her greenhouse. “How is business?” It could be a filler topic, but Jasper was genuinely interested in the wellbeing of his sister and her shop.
