Justin couldn't contain a snort of laughter when Charity put on the gloves. If there had been other people around and he wasn't behind the counter, it wouldn't have struck him as strange. But they might as well have just been in her place, where she wouldn't be using plastic gloves to handle the food. "You know, I hope this place has fish and chips, too. It'd be sad to not have something around that's truly British." Everything else seemed so American, or maybe it was just so bowling alley. It had been a while since he'd been to an alley, and the ones he'd been to were not as advanced as the one in the village. Then again, it had been the 1990s, and there were people here from the 2030s. It was to be expected.
"Definitely jalapeƱos." Justin could handle spicy food. He liked curry and all that sort of stuff. "Is there anything like chocolate frogs?" Justin missed Honeydukes. He missed Hogsmeade trips, even though that small village was already vastly different the last time he'd been there. "I bet. Smelling all those feet. I bet Mike's feet reek," he joked, smiling good-naturedly as he took the tray from her. "Working with Mike is cool. It's not something really hard, so I'm keeping up with everything just fine." He chomped on a crisp while he said it. "He's a bit different than he was in school, though. But I guess everyone is." That was one of the drawbacks of being so far behind everyone you grew up with.