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Dirk frowned a little as John realized that a milkshake wouldn’t be the best idea for him. It gave him another idea, though. “Hey, how about later on after we’ve sufficiently digested all our breakfast, we run out and maybe get some stuff for our own milkshakes? Or sundaes, even.” He hoped that wasn’t too lame; Dave always liked doing make your own sundaes, although he was also fairly young, too. 

He smiled, though, as it seemed John had gained an appetite. That was good, Dirk had been worried about him and his eating. “That’s what I usually get, and let me tell you, it’s like top notch, especially if you want some variety.” Dirk hummed a little, looking over the menu, “I think I might want some french toast and maybe some hash browns. Hm…” 

John smiled a little. “So long as you haven’t used peanut butter in your blender or washed it really really well, then I’m totally down for that.” He looked down at his menu. “I’m allergic to peanuts like. Hella bad.” Weak laugh. “It’s a little embarrassing! So many things are processed where peanuts are used and. Bleh. Ruins a lotta menus for me, I tell you.”

He looked at what he was thinking about getting again. “Mm. I wonder if they can add bacon or something. I’m… Ha, really hungry.” John had kinda stopped eating for a while, even before he was hospitalized. His body was too exhausted to process the food, and then once he got out he… well. Lost his appetite for other reasons. Maybe he was finally starting to get over that whole… ugly snafu. Here’s hoping.  “I want cheese on my hash browns. And toast. And everything.”