[This is truly the first day he's ever experienced being pissed off at the fucking wind like this, but he is. He holds Chrissy close and strokes her hair while he scowls at the night outside the window. He catches Miss Toni's eyes, then, and she shakes her head and goes to get a broom and dustpan to clean up the broken plate.

Johnnie decides he'll keep one part of his dumb story true, just because even if this lady has been teasing him left and right, she did take them in and feed them when she didn't have to, and tried to shelter them even though whatever is out there is starting to become too much for the restaurant and her little prayer candles. He nudges Chrissy aside just far enough to reach his wallet, and pulls out a few bills, then sidesteps to set them on the counter, weighted down by a candle.]

Dunno how else to thank you. We'll get outta your hair.

[The older woman looks at the two of them and nods.]

Que les vaya bien. Tell that wind out there to stop howling when you go. And you two keep each other safe.

[That little smile, almost humorous, somehow bolsters his courage. He gives a firm nod, then ushers Chrissy toward the door, but keeps a step in front of her.]

I'll get the bike started, then you run from here to the seat without stopping once the engine's running, you got that?