“You okay?” she asked. The waitress dropped some menus in front of them and muttered some assurances that she’d return. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’ve got an old injury that acts up sometimes. So,” he gave the top of his menu percussive thumps, “order what you like, and don’t feel you have to rush eating. We’re not going to get to Norseton before dark no matter how fast I drive, so you may as well get something substantial into you.” Before she could even start to count money in her head, he added, “My treat.” “That’s really not necessary. I can pay for ours.” “Sure you can, but I’m offering to.” “You’re treading in dangerous waters.” “Why? Have the rules changed since I got expelled from my pack?” Esther whipped her head around and scanned the diner patrons nearby.
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