"Uh," Jamie said, a filler kind of noise as he thought about it. Yeah, they might. Amy- Hannah - didn't used to be the kind of sister who hung out in bad diners but he didn't put it past her. Mars, he didn't know. Did murderous go with a side of home-fries? Maybe, Jamie was hazy on the detail of what that was like to live with.
"Maybe. I mean, I have two of them in town. I'm Jamie, by the way." His coffee was put down in front of him and he was saved from the awkward moment where you were meant to handshake or something which you couldn't when your companion was inhaling eggs and ham, by picking up his coffee cup. "Are you Sam?" The eggs and ham. It was a really bad joke.
"I mean, that doesn't begin and end with mayo." Jamie's grin was cocked over the coffee cup. "There's a lot that's good for people. I obviously, know exactly what's good for me always."