( maybe there's points in Crowley's favor, too, that Peter's natural assumption is that he's a decent guy trapped in a bad situation. for a demon he has not acted particularly dastardly. maybe he's been flexing those wicked tendencies with everyone else around Santa Rosita, but Peter has yet to catch wind of many. )
Good enough, I guess. I was in the photography club at school, girls used to ask me to take pictures of their boyfriends car. ( he makes a bemused face. ) I think that is some kinda backwards compliment.
( they are both spared further awkward conversation as the waitress arrives, food in tow. Peter is modern enough that he has yet to not be astonished by how much food 50¢ can get you. ) Holy moley. Thank you. ( directed at the waitress, who smiles and puts an unreasonable amount of whipped cream on his pie before heading off to another patron. and then, again, to Crowley, ) Thank you, too. I'll pay you back when I get that job, maybe. ( when. gotta think positive. gotta believe it'll happen!!
he tries to not tear his plate apart and eats reasonably, as his aunt raised a fairly respectable nice jewish boy. so it's only after a few bites that he admits, ) Lunch is pretty much my only meal that isn't toast or something I warmed up from a can.
where'd the rest of that sentence go? we just don't know
Good enough, I guess. I was in the photography club at school, girls used to ask me to take pictures of their boyfriends car. ( he makes a bemused face. ) I think that is some kinda backwards compliment.
( they are both spared further awkward conversation as the waitress arrives, food in tow. Peter is modern enough that he has yet to not be astonished by how much food 50¢ can get you. ) Holy moley. Thank you. ( directed at the waitress, who smiles and puts an unreasonable amount of whipped cream on his pie before heading off to another patron. and then, again, to Crowley, ) Thank you, too. I'll pay you back when I get that job, maybe. ( when. gotta think positive. gotta believe it'll happen!!
he tries to not tear his plate apart and eats reasonably, as his aunt raised a fairly respectable nice jewish boy. so it's only after a few bites that he admits, ) Lunch is pretty much my only meal that isn't toast or something I warmed up from a can.