"That sounds pretty good actually - the orange and pineapple juice. I'll have that... Oh you have chicken and dumplings here? I'm sold. I'll have that." She'll grin, closing her menu.
She noticed the woman's mix of accents and almost wanted to ask but thought better of it pretty quickly, deciding that if she came back another time she'd interrogate the waitress. She hadn't met many Southerners since moving to Arizona, and somewhere deep inside she actually missed the South.