Michael smirked at him. "Oh, sure. How very proper of you." She might have pushed it further, but she didn't. The waitress came back with her food - that was a good thing about burgers and fries, they were quick and easy - and Michael was temporarily distracted by dousing her fries in ketchup.
She looked up at the mention of the activities director, the subject bringing a laugh out of Michael. In here, she and Hayes were in perfect agreement. The woman drove Michael up a wall, but she served a purpose. "I have that talk with her on the regular," she informed Hayes, shaking a french fry at him. "She says this is her in moderation. Which is scary. Talk about food for thought." Michael was absolutely certain if it wasn't for the fact that the rest of the staff would form a lynch mob, the woman's little activities would be mandatory instead of voluntary. The woman was as dedicated to her job as the most die-hard of nazis had been committed to their cause. She supposed she had to respect that, at least. "Some actually do," Michael eventually answered, after chewing on a fry. Michael Ewing did not talk with her mouth full. "Colt for one, I think. I find there's no middle ground with her, guests either love her or hate her. And those that hate her... well, at least they're united by a common enemy." So there, she supposed that served a purpose too. Michael grinned widely. "You know that runner we had a few days back? She broke her clipboard when asked to sign up for something. The look on Ms. Funtimes when she came downstairs to get a new one was kind of priceless."