A bleary-eyed Wash plops down onto one of the barstools, mumbling something that could just as easily be "hello" as "why, God, why does the 'verse have to exist before seven AM?"
...actually, he's giving the whole 'laconic' thing another try this morning. So let's go with the first option.
"Uh. Omelette? Omelette sounds good. Can you make it with real eggs? And maybe lace it with caffeine?" He rubs the back of his neck, grimacing a little as he works out the kinks.
The corners of his lips twitch up into a smile. The smell of food's starting to wake him up a bit. "I don't know, I kind of have my heart set on a caffeinated omelette now...but I guess the coffee'll have to do. And let's go with cheese and green peppers."
Wash nods and takes a long pull of his coffee. "Yeah," he says. "Everybody speaks it back home. I still forget that almost nobody's going to know what I'm yammering about if I use it here." A small smirk. "On the plus side, it means I can be sneaky and use stealth insults."
He laughs. "Can't help you there, sorry. But...." He scoops up the last bite of his omelette and chews, thinking. "Liú kŏushuĭ de biăozi hé hóuzi de bèn érzi. There you go. Much better than French."
"Hey, I say it only to educate!" Wash clutches at his coffee with mock-protectiveness. (Or maybe not so much with the 'mock' part.) "And it's 'stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey.' But, see, now if somebody calls you that, you'll know! And you can say it right back at them."
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...actually, he's giving the whole 'laconic' thing another try this morning. So let's go with the first option.
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"Morning, Wash, what can I get for you?"
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"Let me know if you need anything else."
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"I knew i shuld have paid better attention in French class."
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"What was that? And do I need to revoke your coffee privileges now?"
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"Duely noted. I'll try to remember it."