With all the crap and stupid questions he'd put up with (like whether or not he was gay, had a p***s or a v****a or whether or not he could hold his breath while having his head dunked) there was no way he'd be so rude as to grill his new friend about his bum leg. That sort of thing was basically a big fat "no fly" zone to Colin; if he wouldn't want some stranger walking up to him and asking probing questions, he wasn't about to do the same to someone else.
His mamma had raised him better than that.
Sure, Colin would be careful and try to keep in mind that Tolliver's leg could be unstable or whatever, but he wasn't going to bring it up unless the other man said something about it
first.
"They are delicious when freshly made...like these are." Colin grinned as he pushed Tolliver's drink toward him before plopping himself in the other chair. "Oh, uh..you're not allergic to like...dairy, eggs or flour, are you? 'Cause you wouldn't wanna eat one..." he said it matter of factly as he plucked one from the bag before offering the fresh and still-warm baked goods to his companion.
He took a bite, chewing with his eyes closed blissfully. "Mmm..man, i love these things!" He took a sip of his drink and looked around the busy cafe thoughtfully. "Sometimes they have other kinds, but the vanilla-bean ones are my favorite...and I can eat them, which is nice." Nice because he was a vegetarian, though not as strict as some.
"Oh, uh..it's 'cause I'm a vegetarian." Leaving it as he had kind of made it sound like he had some disease, which he didn't.
