Whoops, freedom fries down! Well, at least they lived an honorable life, fresh from the vat of oil. Or the microwave, either one. Neal wouldn't mind staying either, since hell, what else did he have to do? Not much. It was originally just a grab n'go kind of thing, but he could spare a few minutes. Especially since the kiddo so cutely asked for him to stay, in her own special way.
"Sure, why not?" he chuckled, and took a seat. "Daisy? That's a pretty name, for a pretty princess." Daisy was also the console-controlled character who whooped his ass in Mario Kart everytime he played, but no need to mention that or her WHOO HOO's whenever she passed someone. "And how about the other guy, what's his name?" Referring to the baby, of course.
Then, to introduce himself, he added, "I'm Neal. Freshly moved to the OC, even."