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"In what universe can you make purchases with silverware anyway?" he laughed, returning his attention to the remaining eggs. "Anyway, it's not important." He dismissed the matter entirely, replacing all thoughts of the past with thoughts of delicious eggs. It proved to be a fine course of action, and he wondered why exactly he hadn't thought to do so earlier. Eggs weren't quite as amazing as bacon, but they were certainly amazing in their own right, especially when consumed in proximity with bacon.

His own plate cleared as well, he took the coffee cup into his hand. There was a little less than half remaining, it seemed, and he sipped at it leisurely. Food was goooood.

Lucas laughed, "Well, as horrifically unpleasant as death by spoon sounds, I'm not even really sure what face you're talking about to begin with." Another sip of coffee punctuated his thoughts. "I guess I'll be more careful about my expression, though?"

"Aha, wrong conclusion, then?" he said, still grinning. "You have to admit, death by spoon is a pretty serious threat." Truly, it sounded highly unpleasant, to say the least. There were all kinds of ways a spoon could be used as a weapon, after all, and none of them struck as particularly comfortable.

Lucas raised his cup to his mouth again, and when it returned to the table, the amiable - perhaps even goofy - grin was perhaps a bit less sincere, his former air as a Galactic elite inadvertently overcoming his demeanor. "Because apparently my expression likes to give away thoughts that aren't even in my head." There was a subtle shift in his gaze that implied his steadfast intent to say no more on the matter.

He watched the creeping spoon in mild confusion and less mild amusement, a smile portraying the same emotions. "Well, though I hate to be the wet blanket, I'm actually on duty today," he said, eyeing the spoon's antics. "It's still early so they probably haven't noticed that I'm missing, but I'd really ought to get back to my post soon, I think." As if on cue, the waitress returned to clear away the dishes and deposit the bill.

"Ah, no, it's just duty. They'll never know I was gone," he assured. Of course, he had no idea just how true that was, but he could always play it off as a bad case of the stomach flu or something. He was rarely assigned any important tasks anyway, with 'rarely' equating to 'never.'

He reached across the table and nicked the bill out of Claire's hand, simultaneously pulling his own wallet from his pocket. "On me," he said, selecting the necessary bills and leaving aside a tip. "Yeah, it shouldn't be too long heading back. Ready to head out?"

Claire's obvious confusion was met with confusion of his own. "What? It's a guy's pride to pay the bill, right?" he said with a smile as he stood, stretching once more and taking a few steps in the direction of the door.

"Well, yeah..." He nodded to the waitress as they passed her and pushed open the door, holding it there as he waited for Claire to exit. "I mean, it's pretty much common courtesy. Or at least some kind of guy code." He shrugged slightly, unsure of the specifics. To the best of his knowledge, Morrison had followed this unspoken code as well, as well as basically every other male friend he had had. And both he and Claire had had friends in Galactic, or so he assumed, so it wasn't as though it was a regional thing...

He shrugged on his jacket, "Mm, yeah, it's especially important for guys to pay for their girlfriends. But it doesn't have to be limited to dates. If a guy's out with a girl, even if the girl isn't a girlfriend, he should treat her. Chivalry, I believe is the term. This... isn't really the first time you've heard of it, is it?"

As they proceeded down the sidewalk, something snorfling around in a nearby alleyway caught the scent of warmth and breakfast on the pair and poked out a furry head from around a corner as they passed. Its ear twitched curiously as it watched them.