"Four of y'all, and you stuck around here? I guess that's an endorsement, mm?" he smiled, smiling again in another direction as the waitress brought him the coffee, greeting her cheerfully. The young witch beamed as she walked away - it seemed Andrew, if not Farrah, had already won a fan in town.
Laughing more good-naturedly now, flicking his wrist in jocular dismissal - now there was a gesture reminiscent of his alter-ego's airy attitude to life - he replied with a breezy comment, fortunately holding back on the wink which would definitely give him away in context. "Flattery will get you everywhere, darling!" he chuckled, wrapping his hands around the coffee cup.
Andrew couldn't help but eye the cheeseburger as it came out, definitely finding himself with more than a touch of food envy. That said, with Pride coming up, the last thing he needed was to eat too much junk and risk looking sluggish and lacklustre in his costumes, so the treats would definitely have to be reduced. Still, at least a grilled steak was still a satisfying option, even if not dripping with delicious grease. "Yeah? Going to have to try one out when I'm not on food watch," he grinned, finally taking a sip of the much needed coffee.