"Wow, remind me to play fucking poker with you or something, man," Matt said admiringly. "I like how you totally just told me your whole dastardly fucking plan right there. Can I scream for my girlish virtue, or am I getting grilled no matter what?"
The waitress brought the coffee and pie and slapped the latter down; the former was more carefully placed on the table, and Matt noted with some glee that it was a larger cup. "Blessings on you," he said fervently to her.