Meg shrugged her shoulders as she took the menu from the waitress. "I usually don't," she said. "But when it's Christmas Day and you want French Toast, you do what you have to."
The flames had been impressive and she'd just lucked out that it hadn't spread from the kitchen to the rest of the -- house she'd been squatting in.
Meg moved her hands back as the waitress set the glasses of water and silverware down in front of her and then Clarence and walked away.
Weren't they supposed to like -- introduce themselves or somedamnthing?
Meg shook her head before taking a sip of water. "I didn't realize powdered sugar was flammable."