It wasn't necessarily famine driven as it was laziness and a preference to spend his money on something other than food, if he could. He'd had so much saved up before he and Ward had arrived in Repose. It was strange to start completely from scratch. So wherever he could cut corners, he did. Plus, it didn't hurt that the diner menu--as diner menus tended to be--was enormous, so there was a certain sort of diversity in what he could order that he wasn't necessarily willing to keep ingredients for at home. Meat and vegetables, for instance. At home, he mostly ate cereal. Enriched with vitamins, sure, but a lot of sugar. It was nice to be able to load up on protein a couple times a day at no cost to himself.
Sid clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Sounds like a barrel of laughs." Normal was in the eye of the beholder. Personally, he didn't think there was anything normal about his childhood, but then it was probably more normal than having money and playing charades. At least, up to a certain point. There had been a time when his life had had that warm, middle-class glow to it, and after that it really was the whole tv-dinners-yelling-at-the-tv-my-brother-is-in-prison shebang. Which was probably someone's idea of normal, but not necessarily his. But it was what it was.
Sid dropped his fork on his plate. "Wait. Stop." He swiveled 90 degrees in his chair to face Jamie properly for the first time since he'd taken the seat next to him. "Old people take ballet?" That was his major concern with that whole scenario. Murder he could handle. Not paying bills was par for the course, but learning that there were probably grandmas in tutus was akin to hearing someone they saw a unicorn in the woods.