"They're not on my list of things I like," Dib said in the tone of simple fact. "Eddie, if Gir comes home, distract him with kid's TV. We'll be back soon." He nodded over to the door, grabbing his coat and shrugging it on as he walked out the door.
Once they found their way to the restaurant, and found a good spot for the motorcycle, Dib figured they were early. He decided to wait outside, perching on a narrow post near the entrance, letting his coat drape around it, letting his elbows rest on his knees. "I've got an idea for a little freelancing, if you're up for it. That is, unless you think you're still too green for some of the more dangerous things. I can teach you to defend you from them..."