“Plus, Henry was a stunning and intolerable brat,” Rafi said, mouth crimping. “That was probably fun to play with.”
“Mm. I channeled a lot of things through Henry.” Julian didn’t look up from the menu. “What are you going to order?”
Rafi made a considering noise, wrinkling his nose a little at the menu. “This is all so heavy. Bacon, butter, steak…People always expect me to go for that, I guess because I’m big, but I’m much more of a veggie guy. Maybe one of these melts. What about you?”
“You’re right, everything here is fried, covered in cheese, or both. Ooh, and they have all-day breakfast!” Julian grinned. “Look at this! What won’t they put on a hash brown?”
The waitress reappeared with their coffees, and Julian watched Rafi’s eyes go round as he rattled off his order—hash browns with everything, a waffle with strawberries, sausage, cheesy eggs, grits, toast, a large hot chocolate with whipped cream, and the fried mozzarella appetizer.