"Oh fine." He said, rolling his eyes as he dropped into the other chair, kneading at his slugged arm for a moment, Connor still had the sharpest knuckles of anyone he'd met, "You're mister popular, how could I have forgotten?" Any other time the fight would have escalated, and probably wouldn't have stopped until somebody drew blood, and maybe not even then, but some things were more important, dinner being one of them.
He snapped up one of the menus himself, looking it over, it seemed to be their usual fare, and that was good for him, made him feel just a little less out of place. He shrugged then, dropping it back into the holder, "Cheeseburger sounds like it'd about hit the spot."