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"If they've got food, I don't care if the smell is coming from there or not," Lucas said with a slight shaking of his head. He started forward shortly after Claire, his pace a little quicker to close the small distance that had formed.

The building's interior would prove it to be every bit the restaurant it appeared, though it was perhaps more in the direction of a cafe than in that of a restaurant proper. A waiter greeted Lucas and Claire and gestured to an unused table, bringing menus for the pair to peruse. The menu featured such items as egg and bacon sandwiches, pancakes, hash browns, omelets, and other breakfast-centric foods.

"Ahh, jeez..." Lucas muttered. "I really just wanna kind of order everything." How was he supposed to make a choice if he was so hungry and everything sounded so amazing?

It didn't take Lucas long to make his choice. Breakfast platter, all the way. Pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs... Perfection. He noticed Claire removing her gloves and did the same for his jacket, discarding it in the space beside him. Ahh, food...

It would be mere moments before a waitress showed up to take their requests for beverages. "Ahh, uh, coffee," Lucas said, so caught up in the thought of food that he had completely forgotten about drinks. He turned his attention to Claire, "You know what you want? We could go ahead and order now."

"Breakfast platter for me, please," he said when the waitress nodded and turned to him. She collected the menus and departed with the promise that their drinks would be ready shortly. Lucas tapped a foot against the floor impatiently. "Ah man, I've never been this excited about something in my life," he said. A few other incidents of excitement came to mind almost immediately, and he rubbed at the back of his neck and corrected himself, "Well, never been this excited about food."

The waitress would return within a few moments to deliver a pair of coffees before returning to the kitchen, hopefully to retrieve their food. Was it ready already? No way, no pancake cooked that quickly. Trivial things like basic fact couldn't dampen his hopes, though.

He doctored his own coffee a bit, stirring in a couple of the cream packets left at the table, and lifted the cup to his lips. The flavor was amazing, much better than the metal he had been very nearly seriously been considering eating.

"All of existence itself has never known a single being to be as hungry as I am at this moment," he replied in all sincerity. The scents alone were taunting, never mind the handful of patrons dappling the cafe who had already been served their orders. Fortunately things like eggs and potatoes were quick to cook, and it was not a terribly long wait before the waitress returned to deliver the requested dishes

Pancakes, how long had it been since he had had pancakes? Regardless, he restrained himself until after Claire had begun, at which point he positively tore into the things. Not so much as to be unsightly company, to the best of his ability, but it was all so absolutely delicious it was hard to remember that such a thing as dining etiquette existed. He managed to keep a reasonable pace by punctuating the meal with sips of coffee, pausing momentarily as he finished with the pancakes and proceeded on to the bacon, "Have to say, I regret nothing in passing up that steel rail."

The Bacon Kingdom fell before Lucas's advance, due in part to his overwhelming force of hunger (which was beginning to subside, now that his stomach was full of pancake) and in part to the fact that bacon was practically his favorite food ever, tied with manicotti for supremacy. He sampled the eggs and chose to lightly salt them before continuing. Food was a glorious, glorious thing. "Yeah, probably best that we held out for real breakfast," he agreed with a nod. A brief wave of nostalgia struck him as he raised the coffee cup, peering momentarily into the dark liquid. It really had been a long time since he'd visited a restaurant with any kind of company... He abandoned the thought with a slightly more jaded smile than the one he usually sported, returning his attention to breakfast.

All mental processes came to a stop as a rogue spoon crept into his range of vision. What in the-- His eyes turned back to Claire, his expression completely baffled. A stifled chuckle escaped him at her explanation, growing to an uncontainable peal of laughter. "What the hell?" he said, still grinning as he lifted the spoon, unable to effectively process any other thoughts besides how amazingly ridiculous this was.