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"Why the hell would I tell Shawn?" Sheldon asked in an accusing manner. Was this girl logic even though Ellie was far from as far from a typical teenage girl he had ever encountered? He wasn't a gossip and it should have been evident with his lack of social graces and daily encounters with the human race that seemed to spring up on him when he least expected them to.

So Sheldon simply sighed, still following the blonde into the building and ignored the nagging feeling he had in the back of his mind that was trying to tell him something important about this place.

Thankfully for the pair, the night crew that they had pissed off a few hours earlier had already cleaned and gone, grumbling about their jobs and leaving the morning crew with only a word of warning and a vague description of the culprits.

Most of this seemed ignored by the sparse morning crew, thinking it simply as the usual late night complaints for being the late night crew. "Aa, sorry!" A young man about their age called as he came from the back, way too happy for the hour it was. "Can I help you?" Oh his smile was way too happy for the hour it was - even if it about ten o'clock in the morning.

Sheldon still looks mildly offended from the accusation and just turned to look at the menu. "I don't think they have breakfast foods, Ellie."

The guy behind the counter had looked equally puzzled at her question, daring to look behind him at the little lit up sign that displayed what the sold. But when Sheldon had said something, he quickly nodded and agreed, "um... no miss.. we don't really have specific breakfast food here...."

Sheldon completed his order after the blonde, his meal similar to that of his last night minus Ellie's intrusion and multiplying of it by a tenfold. As he paid, it wasn't hard to notice how much less money he had than he had originally thought. Obviously they had done something last night that involved money and all the green haired boy could do as sigh as he surrendered the last of his bills to get his food.

The lid on his pepsi snapped on while he remained silent, his yellow eyes drooping with laze while he gathered a few straws - mostly he had just been grabbing, he didn't mean to get so many - and headed to where his companion was seated. Right past the sticky floor that made a funny sound as he walked right through it, not even realizing he had the same contents still in his hair, and sat down.

It was then he decided to check his phone, which was oddly also a little pink in spots, while he put this straw in its place. There was a message from Shawn. Well, a few messages from Shawn and a picture to boot. Sheldon read them, half paying attention until he noticed the picture and a few key words. "Hey.. Ellie?" He asked, as if just asking the time, "why is Shawn sending me pictures of my bike in pieces?"

Ellie's comment about the cleanliness of the fast food joint really wasn't on his mind as his disappointed scowl replaced any sort of content look he had on his face. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to be terribly upset or irate, just more forlorn and sad over what had happened to his bike.

Even if the girl across from him didn't call it such a thing, which earned her a glare. Sheldon ran a hand as best he could through his messy hair as a let out a long sigh. And the stopped, confused as he reached an odd patch of stickiness and a large clump. Now, his hair was usually just a horrible mess but never seemed to feel like it had gum in it or something. He worked his fingers through the knot as best he could, bringing his hand back around to examine what could possibly be there. Well, it wasn't gum, but it was still sticky and made him frown further.

Getting back to the topic, Sheldon turned back to Ellie as he wiped his hand on his jeans. "It's not a piece of crap," he defended with another sharp glare, "do you think a lot was taken though?" Obviously he wasn't a good judge but at least Ellie claimed to be.

The frown didn't disappear even when his own food came his way, he was staring at the pictures trying to make out anything from what Shawn had sent him. True, they were horrible and didn't explain anything.

Defeated for now, Sheldon sent a short message to his neighbor asking him to clean it up and to see what was missing before he also dug into his food.

Nachos made things better in the long run, at least.

Even if he was supposed to give an opinion or not, Sheldon simply nodded in agreement. He didn't mind breakfast foods, and the restrictions weren't all that pleasant to him. After all, he had met Ellie Spectre when he had been eating waffles .... for dinner. But a bob of his head was all she got, since he was finishing off one of his tacos and began working, slowly, on another one. He still had three to go and half of his nachos.

"No," he supplied between chews. "I like to actually taste my food," Sheldon explained. Something in the back of his mind told him to pull his nachos closet to him, so he did and eyed the blonde if she got any ideas.

Sheldon had his doubts about her claim, but he didn't verbally supply them to the blonde. He was very well away of her generally responses to such things, and his arm was sore enough as it was today. So, he just gave her a look and watched her go refill her drink in silence. Well, silence aside from the chewing.

"Every time we've actually eaten together, you've had nachos." He replied, finishing up another taco. "Well, except the burger joint because obviously they don't have nachos..." He took a few bites from said dish, "I don't want you getting ideas."

Yeah, he was probably getting hit for this. Sheldon sighed and continued to eat.