Oh, thanks be to Bebuz! There was a coffee joint right here and they had delicious mind-numbing caffeine. "Does Peter Pan fly? Of course I want to go in here. Let's go in." He opened the door, holding off on discussions of invisibility until they weren't around other people. Like super happy and chipper coffee shop employees.
"Alright, so let's talk shit first," he suggested, not taking much time to decide what he wanted to order. Black coffee, no cream and no sugar. "What do you do on Saturday nights? Or should I say who do you do on Saturday nights? Anyone? I just want to make sure you're not engaged to the Little Mermaid or something."