He laughed again, let himself be steered and seated by his newfound companion, grinned back at her. As they sat, he cast a look at the host, not really sympathetic, but absolutely amused. "A good wallet is quite a find, these days," he said with a nod, sitting back in his chair, flipping his menu open and scanning the choices.
But his eyes rose back to her as she folded her hands, smiled this new smile. What a strange one she was, but he liked her immensely, liked her abrupt subject changes, the ease at which she discussed her life and then switched so quickly to frittatas and pork. The old god snorted quietly, grinned, and shook his head. "So he had the moxie to keep up with you then, darlin?"
With a tilt of his head he looked back down at the menu and smiled. "Belgian waffles, huh? You know, maybe I'll get some with strawberries. And....how many things do you suppose I could get them to whip into an omelet?" And he realized all at once that her abandon brought back visions of another era, and he smiled wider and hid his face behind his menu. It was just so god damned refreshing.
Without peeking over his menu, he asked, "Did you love 'em? Your blind husband?"