"You think I'm exaggerating?" the artist asked with a sly smile. "I don't even have to, you'll see." And he smirked and almost leaned into that arm until he caught himself and pulled slightly back. "And anyway that's exactly why Diners are so marvelous. No where else on earth does it work like this. No where else besides backwoods diners."
They pushed through the door and Asterion nodded to the waitress and smiled, walking over to one of the booths and taking a seat. The menus were on the table, the diner not particularly crowded, and he sighed and smiled wider still. "It's perfect. I love this part of the country...but I probably say that every time we stop..."