[The corner of her mouth curls upward in amusement, because he's right. Everything is good with butter. Butter and grease. Which is exactly why when the waiter comes back she lets Johnnie order all the appetizers they want to try, and she adds on that she'd like an entire basket of fried shrimp, extra crispy. Do they come extra crispy? She has no idea, but she's got a feeling the cook will probably at least try. It's one of the perks of places like this.

A minute later, and he's back with all of their drinks, and she's pretty sure after that they'll be left alone for at least a little while. Which is good, she actually wants to talk instead of just make small commentary on the menu.]

I wish we had brought a map. We need to pick out what direction we're heading in next. I mean, I know it'll be north. But I don't have any idea what's all the way up there.