"As long as it takes to get tha job done," Logan replied in a soft growl, his blue eyes studying her face. "Swords, knives...don't matter. That or...well, yanno. Sometimes the claws c'aint get it done as efficiently as id like so I gotta find somethin' better," He explained.
The waitress finally brought their food by, and by the time all of it was out almost the entire table was covered in barbecue bacon burgers and chili fries.