"I dunno if I can afford the discussion about said reminiscing," Stan said chirpily. After ensuring that Corvina was by his side, he scanned the noontime crowd as they made their way inside the restaurant. It was hard to not mentally tag folks as marks, even if he had no real intention of working anyone over. He was what he was, and Archie encouraged all of his followers to be opportunists.
A quick glance down at his companion only confirmed that, Stan thought with an absentminded smile. Finding a table was a good idea. Keeping his hands in his metaphorical pockets was an even better one. He instead caught himself shooting another couple of looks Corvina's way. Time had done one helluva number on them both.