"Wow. That sounds..." Fulfilling. Frustrating. Wonderful. "...that sounds really intense. And it seems like you're pretty well-suited to it, too."
Wayne opened the door for Ernie and followed him into McDonald's, walking them up to the front counter to order.
"So, when it comes to fast food, there really is no good and not good. Merely, different. The Big Mac is sort of...an international phenomenon. There's even an economic school of thought that shows the buying power of various currencies depending on the price of a Big Mac in a particular area. There are several ingredients." Wayne started to tick them off on his fingers. "Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, and onions, on a sesame seed bun. Oh, and there's a bun in the middle. So obviuosly, you have to have that. I'll get one too."
Wayne stepped up and ordered their meals, paying in some wadded up bank notes from his pocket. "We get free chips. I got connections."
Fidgeting, Wayne grappled for something else to ask Ernie. Work was done, the war was off the table...what else was there...