They're an interesting pair, and no mistake. It doesn't escape her notice when the fella fishes out a toothpick and it suddenly disappears, the calm tenor of his voice about as interesting as the clenched fist at his side. She doesn't exactly know what he's doing, but it's not her place to ask anyhow.

So she smiles instead, eyes crinkling, like she's looking up at her very best friend.

"Only one way t'find out. Place an order. Be specific, now — any kind'a pancake, with any kind'a toppin' your heart desires."

She wears that delighted, I've-got-a-secret look like a badge of honor. Like she's showing off, or challenging him to stump this place.

She smiles at Audrey.

"I could go on for hours, but somethin' tells me you folk are used t'askin' questions. What else can I answer for you?"

It's a small offering of solid ground. A bit of control, in a place that's otherwise completely out of their power to influence.