"I like it better than coffee actually," he admitted, nodding to the cup. "The good stuff. Not the imitation." He started to shrug out of his jacket as Angela waved the waitress over, letting her order first. He was fairly impressed with the amount of food she ordered. She wasn't afraid to satisfy her appetite. After she had finished, he placed his order and held the menu out to her with a small smile.
Sliding off his glasses, he slid them into the pocket of his jacket. He crossed his arms on the table, leaning forward slightly. "Bizarre is a good word for it. Everything we ever thought only existed in bad horror movies come to life." And he was taking every opportunity to learn what he could. Since no one had any idea how long they'd be around, the last thing he wanted was to be caught unaware and unable to fight. Running into trouble, outside of the random wave of problems they seemed to experience, seemed inevitable.
"Why, because of that? Wasn't that bad. I even thought it could be more fun when you weren't crazy."