Donaghan made a small hum of agreement as he started into his own soup. “I’d say that she’s probably dealt with her share of, um, special customers. Elizabeth worked as a waitress when she was a teenager and said she had to deal with all sorts.”
“Clam chowder for my soup,” he replied absently as crushed up the crackers in their little pack and then tried to open it carefully without ripping it violently and sending little crackery bits across the table and into Orsino’s soup. “Ha!” He couldn’t help the little happy cry from escaping when he finally managed it and he dumped the contents into his soup and stirred it up, taking a quick bite when he was done. “And a tasty turkey melt for my sandwich.”
He glanced over toward Orsino’s food and noticed his battle with the cheese in his soup and smiled. He rather thought the cheese was the best part of that particular soup, but he might have just been partial to cheese period. “What did you finally decide on, again? I know what soup you got...”