And there was Mitch's smirk, which meant Jaz was totally off the hook for crashing lunch. The day just got better and better. "If you weren't used to me by now I'd have to refer you to the dementia department," she told him with a wince and a shake of her head, "and there you'd get grey porridge and grey stew!" Jaz pulled an ick-face, "which they only get away with because of the no-memory," she clarified for anyone not keeping up. "So, what are you eating, genius, or do you think the waiter's are going to pluck the knowledge straight from your head?"
Okay, maybe she could have phrased that a little more delicately, but it was a burning question and despite Lydia choking Jaz still hoped she'd answer. Even if Mitch bruised her ribs for asking.
"Knew it," she said with a smug grin towards her friend. "My gaydar is excellent and this is a girl who likes cock," Jaz proclaimed, which came as a surprise to the waiter who suddenly looked flustered. "Who're you seeing, what's your status, tell us all the things?" she pressed happily going for the gossip Mitch would never dare touch. "For the record, this is how you learn about people - talking about the weather, sheesh!" she said with a roll of her eyes.