Neil stared at Quinn for a few seconds before he arched an eyebrow and grinned. "I work in an office," he said with a snort. "Are you always so serious? I could always buy you something to drink, if you'd like--well, unless you're just playing along."
Bingo.
"All right guys, I've got a cheeseburger for you, and a hamburger for you. You guys need anything else?"
Neil looked up at the waiter, then shot Quinn a sidelong look. "I'd like a beer. Quinn?"