Flat. She liked that word. Penny would relax into her chair, pushing the fries in his direction as she did so, picking a few for herself. She had, after all, only ordered them after he promised to help her eat them. She would, however, take her drink with her for another sip. She'd be lucky if she didn't break her neck trying to take the fire escape tonight... if she didn't get drunk enough to fall asleep in the park.
Eyes would mirror his roll "How do you have w-well-adjusted k-kids when the couples m-might hate each other?"