Birds of a feather...

The waiter came and took Madison’s order and then brought the food over not long after. All the while she ate, Madison kept glancing at the restaurant’s door and barely listened to anything he said.

“So have you lived here for very long?” He asked her, making an attempt at conversing with her.

“Depends.” She replied, her gaze fixed firmly on the door even as she lifted a spoonful of rice to her mouth. Lucas watched some grains fall off the spoon and onto the table and even onto her lap in amazement, but Madison barely noticed.

“Depends on what?”

“Huh?” She asked in turn, glancing at him in confusion.

“I asked if you had lived here for a long time, and you said it depends, so I asked what it depends on.” He repeated each word as slowly as though he was talking to a retard.