"Maybe I hit you too hard with that snowball," Connor suggested dryly as he read down the menu. Being the typical bar menu, there wasn't much of a variety, but he didn't care as long as it was a warm meal. He'd been thinking about getting the same thing when Murphy spoke up first. "That's just what I was thinking."
He glanced up at the waitress as she approached, smiling. She returned it, looking a little weary. Must have been a long day. "What can I get for you guys?" she asked, flipping to a clean page on her notepad.
"I'll have the cheeseburger and whatever you've got on tap," Connor replied, reaching over to slide the menu back into the clip as the waitress turned to his brother.