So they'd be turning this into a semi-serious conversation, then? Graham smiled abruptly, surprised, and pivoted in his seat. He was holding the menu, but he knew what he wanted without having to check. Coffee was a good start, and he turned his mug over on his napkin to indicate to the waitress that he'd like some.
Then he could truly ponder the question of swamp monsters versus wolfmen. Well. Ponder the question, but also ponder Emma, who looked vaguely familiar in that maybe-I've-seen-her-at-the-grocer's sort of way.
"Yes, but consider the wolfman. Half man, half wolf, all Lon Cheney. Have you ever seen photographs of Lon Cheney? He's not someone I'd cross, even without makeup. Also, you've an excuse to howl wildly at anyone who opens their door to you. What sort of noise does a Lagoon monster make, I ask."