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"That's nice."

Danny looked annoyed now, then poked her arm.

"Look, if he's wearing black, he's probably evil."

Sam looked mildly offended at him for a moment. "I wear black."

Back to the staring.

"Yeah, but here, usually wearing black, and sunglasses--especially sunglasses--means you're evil. That's just, uh, how this place works," he said. "Plus, you have some purple in there."

"Glad to see you've noticed what I wear, she said, dryly.

"Oh, well. So maybe he's evil. That adds mystique. Nothing wrong with looking."

Back to the happy oblivious gaze.

Danny kept tucking away at his food and looking grumpy.

The guy got up and moved, and Sam resumed eating her pancakes.

She blinked at Danny. "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing," he said.

Sam looked at him skeptically for a minute, then shrugged.

A minute later, she blinked widely past him. "Does that guy have a tongue ring? Of a snake?"

Aaaaand we're back to drooling.

Danny quickly finished up his burger and dabbed his fries into the ketchup a little harder than necessary. "Are you done--" Oggling "--eating yet?" he asked.

Sam attempted to get a forkful of pancakes into her open mouth. It took about four tries. "Muh?"

"You know, so we can go outside?"

"Oh... uh, yeah. Hold on..."

She fiddled with the pancakes. This time it took three tries. One better!

He was tapping his fingers on the table, looking both bored and...kind of jealous.

Sam was oblivious. So much eyecandy, so little time.

Role change!

Danny wasn't liking it. At all.

"...Come on, hurry up. We have no idea what time it really is here--the sun might be setting soon."

"I think -- he's wearing an Evil Crazed Mutant t-shirt, Danny." Sam's fork was stuck in mid-air. "...Wow. I thought I was the only person who knew about them. Maybe we should compare goth band notes..."

"...Why don't we go outside and you can, uh, take your pancakes with you?" Danny suggested.

He didn't like this bitter feeling roiling in the bottom of his stomach.

"No, no, I got to analyze this guy. See if he's wearing clothing lines I recognize." She craned her head. "I think he's reading an Edward Gorey biography..."

"...Since when have you been, like, this interested in guys?" Danny shot at her. "I mean, first it was Gregor, and look how well that worked out..."

Sam narrowed her eyes at him. He had not just gone there.

"Oh, excuse me, mister, 'Oh, hold on guys, let's just sit here for another ten minutes so that I can stare at the glory that is Valerie in a Nasty Burger hat.'"

"...I so don't do that," said Danny, rolling his eyes at her. "And at least I manage not to drool."

"Ohoh. You don't do that?" Sam rolled her eyes toward the heavens, and faked a Danny-being-whiny voice. "'Do you know how hard it is to like someone you can't be with?'"

"First of all, I totally don't sound that whiny, second of all--I mean, come on! I brought you here to show you around and hang out and stuff, and you're just...sitting here drooling over random weird guys."

"Oh. Excuse me. No. You're the one who left me on my own for -- what? hours? -- Last night, then came back, fell in my lap, and couldn't get your own butt off the floor!" She glared. "I think I deserve some 'drooling' time, don't you think?"