Larry Jr. pointed to the chicken, as he was pretty much against eating mammals unless it was a hamburger. Hamburgers got a pass. Helen ordered vegetarian. Sheila rolled her eyes but at the same time rolled them back around to the menu to see how much cheaper that was.
The waitress bowed and turned back to the kitchen. “Oh!” Helen yelled, the abruptness and volume even got the attention of the babbling herd across from them. The waitress spun around, expertly dodging two busboys. “I’d like a side…” Helen looked over at Sheila, “of scallops.”
It was on.
Eric wondered if this was to be Helen’s new thing, a last second jab for lingering effect. While it seemed to betray her aloof character, he didn’t mind it, chalked it up to teen angst and all, of which he could definitely relate given his
