#she debated heavily on stealing that orange juice and chugging it

[rosiesdiner]

@jeremiah-rose

if there was one thing jer missed over winter, it was rosie’s french toast. so, while he needed to go find and talk to several people, he also needed fuel to track them down. besides, who was to say he wouldn’t be able to kill two birds with one stone by eating at the diner. enough people went through there in the morning and the more he could multi-task, the better.

he put in his order and took a seat at one of the tables. jeremiah was early, there wasn’t many there yet. he sat down in a table closest to the windows and opened a book until his food showed up. just as he was about to cut into his breakfast he heard the footsteps approach. “you’re welcome to sit down, but i’m warning you now that i’ve been waitin’ to eat rosie’s breakfast for three months.” he motioned to the plate in front of him. “so that means, until they’re gone, you’re going to be carryin’ the conversation.”

if rosie knew the eldest rose child had sauntered into her diner while she was in the back filling breakfast plates, she would have pushed him right back out again. by his luck, his sister was captaining the front this morning and got away with sneaking in and placing an order.

powdered sugar was reserved only for special occasions and french toast. sugar was rare and they were currently out until some was scrounged up by recon. everyone's tea and coffee would have to be bitter, but they could put up with the fake stuff or come on french toast day and scrape off the maple syrup and sacred powder sugar to sweeten their drinks.

he spoke in acknowledgement of a presence, only gauging her face when she slid into the opposite booth, perched like a vulture at the top of a scraggly tree with the deepest of glares.

"you don't even deserve that french toast." she hissed at him, sitting up with a sunny smile for Charlie when she dropped off a small orange juice, before returning to her defensive posture. they'd found a few condensed cans at the back of a closet two runs ago; it was painfully unfresh, but there was the illusion of vitamin c. she thought about stealing it, but that was a little too childish right now.

"you disappear day one and come back with some sob story ? Charlie's been through enough, you don't even know how much because you weren't here. maybe she's all sparkle eyes to see you, but I'm not." she squinted harshly with a rare menacing expression not even the infected had encountered. "you and JP can take your little vaudeville act and move upstairs or downstairs, but you're not staying on our floor."