[ Well, she won't argue. She waits until she's done eating the remainder to reply, piling her napkin onto the plate in the meantime. Apparently, paper napkins aren't a thing of the future. Go figure. It feels real futuristic, how her hands are still kinda greasy.
She wipes them on her pants. ]
You a cook or something? [ She comes to this place all the time. She hadn't expected him to roast it, Food Network style. No, he's probably too young to be an actual cook. He's her age. ] Or just a bored rich kid?
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She wipes them on her pants. ]
You a cook or something? [ She comes to this place all the time. She hadn't expected him to roast it, Food Network style. No, he's probably too young to be an actual cook. He's her age. ] Or just a bored rich kid?