Who: Clayton Danvers with Cadence, and OPEN What: Lunchtime Where: Hinkles When: Wednesday, noontimeish Warnings: Not likely Status: OPEN
If the saying was true, and you really were what you ate, Clayton Danvers would be a walking, talking Hinkleburger. As much as he enjoyed grilling at home, he had an insatiable addiction to the small burgers that were Hinkles specialty. Being a werewolf, he could eat way more than his fair share in one sitting, and often ate enough for at least three average men.
Today he had Cadence with him, and she'd made quite a mess with her burger. "Your father really needs to teach you some table manners," he muttered. She was a week shy of two, though, so messy eating was to be expected. Clay didn't really mind, but he couldn't stand the streak of ketchup that looked like blood on her cheek and chin. He wiped it off with his napkin.
"So, what do you think, Cady, are you ready to go camping again?" he asked her. The toddler babbled something back that might have been an answer, but it was hard to tell. Caly leaned back and popped another burger in his mouth, just as Cadence took her sippy cup in hand. Rather than drink from it, she chucked it at the floor, the lid popped off, and someone nearby was sprayed with a shower of ice cold sprite.