*is still considering their waitress (something does seem off about her, but he doubts it's her hair)* Bit thick around the middle. In the head, too, maybe. *sits back and folds his arms across his narrow chest* That chick's always nattering on about you with her airhead waitress girlfriends. *affecting a high-pitched voice* "Ecthelion this" and "Ecthelion that", every time I come in here. Ain't that a fucking waste.