Jeremy smiled at her response. He didn't look anything special, just normal old Jeremy. Back home, he was the odd one out for just being normal, and it was no different here, but he didn't mind. He was used to hanging around with vampires, witches and werewolves. Hell, his sister was a doppleganger; he'd had to get used to weird shit. But Bonnie was something else, and he loved being around her. It didn't matter to him what she was, she was just good company.
He slipped one arm around her shoulders as she nudged him, laughing at her comment as he gave her a little squeeze. Still, it felt a little too familiar and date-like to keep it there any longer than a second, so he dropped it back to his side, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. "Buffalo Bill's?" he asked as he led Bonnie down the path leading away from the cabins. "From what I can tell, it's quite like the Grill. And we might even be able to get a couple of beers. I don't think the oompa loompas care that much about ID."