Perfect. Minor formalities while eating was better than a stranger trying to ask a bunch of questions. Zander finished one of his slices hungrily before taking a swig from his mug with a small shrug of his thick shoulders. His eyes flickered up briefly to meet hers. “Same shit, different day, is what they say?”
Although it wasn’t so different. He’d found another gargoyle. No doubt Cinder had made herself known but to whom was not his business, and he wouldn’t disclose that information.
“I’d rather have something to occupy my time.” He grumbled, staring out at the medley of loveliness around them. For one who had sat in the same place for years, he was still getting used to a “recreational” life and didn’t necessarily understand it like the other monsters did. They weren’t stone half the time. “I don’t know how you all do it.”