Jesse had always been defensive of that diner. Best pie in the state, if not the country, or he’d always maintained. If asked, he would still say so. But he’s the kind of guy who can live off of tar-thick diner coffee, so. That explains a lot.

“Fine, fine…” He sighs, playing at being huffy. He can tell that she’s trying though, and he won’t tease her overly much today. Meeting each other halfway… now that’s a new concept to consider.

“Chinese sounds good. You know I can put away those little dumplin’s like nobody’s business.”