And -oh, look- Dixieland jazz. How 'bout that?

Granted, it's piped in, but hey. Everything about this place is fake. It's much more her brother's place than hers. Well. Probably Del's, too.

Maybe that's why she likes it.

For now, she's content to enjoy his company and the ambiance, cheesy as it is.

She reaches across the table and lays her fingers across his, easy enough. He is her friend. (She has a lot of friends, but Roland is special.)

"I never did thank you."