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“Heh, I just use it for fruit smoothies sometimes, you’ll be okay. And I’ll make sure to keep an eye on the food I get for the house.” He shook his head, smiling gently, “It’s okay, nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s not like you can help it.”

Dirk glanced through the menu a little more, looking up, “Oh yeah man, you can add whatever you want.” He smiled, humming softly and setting his menu down and folding his hands. “Cheese is bomb on everything, man. I bet it’ll be delicious on your hash browns and stuff.” He took a second to adjust his shades, glancing up and seeing a waitress approach. “Ah, perfect, one step closer to breakfast land.” 

He smiled again, a little sheepishly. “Heh. Thanks. Sorry you gotta keep such a close eye on your own pantry.” He felt a little bad about that. Dirk was making a lot of sacrifices just for him; it wasn’t fair. He really needed to look into getting his own place soon. Or just going back to his big empty house. Sigh.

John hummed quietly, nodding again and closing his own menu and resting his chin on his hands, watching Dirk. He smiled. “I’m hoping so. It just sounds really good right now.” John smiled again at the waitress as she approached, giving his order and quietly asking if he could get everything added he wanted. Her affirmation made him giddy, and he explained in detail how he wanted cheese to be on everything. Forever. “Basically just. The entire plate.” He made a motion with his hands spread, waving them over his menu. “Like. Covered.” She laughed, nodding, and once that was taken care of, left.

John was excited for a moment or two, before his face fell. “Oh, shit.” He thunked the heel of his palm against his forehead. “I forgot my damn wallet. Shit. I’m sorry. Hey-” He tried to call the waitress back, ready to cancel his order. Maybe another day he’d eat a mountain of cheese-covered breakfast food.