"Yeh, I was aimin' specifically at ya! Lolly gaggin' abou' all day and eatin' pie." She laughed. Clearly she did not think that Oren was lazy in the least bit. However, in her experience with many other Americans, she had found them to be particularly boring and lazy. She liked to go out and explore, go on adventures with people and do things. Most Americans like to get to a destination, then sit and drink, whether it be coffee or alcohol. It was always the same actions, just with different types of imbibing. "I think ya count as a person, Oren. And screw anyone who says diff'rent." She was adamant about that, and the crease in her eyebrow and the sternness in her frown said so.
Listening to him describe the Automat, her eyes went wide. She couldn't believe there were really places like that. She knew in some other countries they had some weird things - like in Japan, they had capsule hotels, where you literally just went into a little bunk-shaped area and slept and left in the morning. Very odd. But an automat? Now that was the epitome of lazy eating. "Tha' is absurd bu' I have to see it fer me-self." She was actually kind of impressed, in a weird backwards sort of way. "Street vendors?" She questioned. "Those tiny sausage carts?" She asked, canting her head to the side, much like a curious dog or cat.
She had to admit, she was excited to learn how to fight, even if it was mostly defense. She would feel a lot more comfortable running about NYC if she had some means to defend herself - and hearing about the Centurions, the war coming up, and how horribly humans tended to treat mutants... She would feel a whole lot better knowing how to defend herself both with and without her abilities. "Tha' sounds perfect. I need ta know how ta defend me self." Cordelia was actually pretty relieved.
Their conversation was interrupted by the waitress coming back, and placing her tea and his coffee in front. She took her tea much like he did his coffee - a bit of sugar and some cream. It was kind of a standard way to drink tea in most of Europe. Oren sat back with an expectant smile on his face and she instantly blushed, her face flooding with color. No one liked being watched when they ate, particularly girls, but he was really excited. So she went for it anyway. Picking up the fork, she took a bite of the cheesecake, which she was not really expecting to taste much different from any other cheesecake she had tasted. But she was pleasantly surprised with the richness and flavor and the amazing texture of this particular cheesecake hit her mouth. Her eyes widened and then she closed them with sweet, sweet satisfaction. "Yeh were so righ' there, Oren. Tha' is... tha' is some'fin else."