Eliot tilted his mug slightly so he was looking down at the dark liquid, one shoulder shrugging. This wasn't the type of coffee that burned all the way down and made him wonder if he'd drank battery acid instead, but it was still cheap diner coffee. "They were out of tea," he said. Although he hadn't asked. It was more likely the tea they had wouldn't be what he wanted. He set the mug down, stretching an arm across the table.
"The older woman a few booths down said that the waffles are to die for," he stated dryly, pointing to the item on the menu. "Personally, I like a little more meat with my meals, so I get the steak, eggs, and home fries combo. The biscuits and gravy are supposed to be good to." He'd eaten there a few times before, right as the kryptonite problems had kicked in and he'd started reading minds. It was his first time since.
"I didn't," he said as he leaned back, taking the handle of his cup again, "but around here, us normal people have to stick together." He grinned again. "I mean it. Don't worry about it." He hesitated before adding, "Even got the paint out of my hair."