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Oh, CAN we?

Yes, we sure can. Where are my keys?

Nein, I think I'm perfectly fine missing that part of the American experience.

Aw, c'mon. Hot wings and girls in teeny sorts wearing nylons, for some reason.

This place sounds suspiciously like a strip club with worse food.

[No, he doesn't like hot wings. What is wrong with the man?]

I would not say that. Have you ever had the food in a strip club?

Unfortunately. I learned to stick to the beer after that! Does this place at least have beer?

Hooters? Its honestly pretty dire.

It's American beer, I am not expecting much. [Snob.]

... uh, I'm sorry, what?

Hey, our smaller breweries are good. So's Sam Adams. (Metody looks briefly wistful) I used to love their summer brews.

You can't drink anymore?

Then you pick a restaurant. You didn't like any of my other ideas!

(Someone has already given up on this blind date.)

Golly, no. Not with my medication. I get smashed off cough syrup.

[Kurt grimaces, actually flashing his teeth without immediately moving to cover his mouth.]

Ach, I'm sorry. If you don't mind my asking, what are you on medications for?

[Said while he snags his coat with one hand, and his phone with his tail.]

My heart is bad and I have lingering damage from exposure to industrial poisons - it's common from where I went to college. And then I've also got medications to manage the side effects of the main medications, and from there, it starts to get ridiculous.

You know, mon cher, just because you're a bit annoyed at us not picking a restaurant just yet is no reason to torture us both.

Don't be silly. Who doesn't love the combo of teeny shorts and pantyhose?

Also, they have wings.

Then we'll both get something other than beer to drink--assuming this place has something without bones in it to eat?

N - wait, are you vegetarian? Or is it specifically bones that bother you, because oh, boy, I have good news for you.

Specifically bones. [He taps the corner of his mouth with a finger.] Small bones and these teeth are not a good mixture.

(Metody practically sparkles at him)

As it happens! I prefer to eat bones, but never seem to get enough.

Ach, where have you been all my life? [Said with a laugh as he slides his coat on, tapping out a text with his tail. What?]

Sitting sadly in a restaurant over a pile of meat I shouldn't be eating.

In all honesty, Hooters is pretty awful. If you want good wings, there's other, better chains.

It is what you want, not what I do. If you want to go sit and eat bad food while looking at girls in shorts, we'll do that.