[Billy's usual is some waffles, scrambled egg on sour dough and a black coffee. He's a simple dude, promises Donna he will absolutely try the red berry next time he's in. He probably won't.

Eddie's order is - he can rationalise it from what he knows of Eddie Munson. Stoners love to eat, and Steve looks like such an American Dream he's shocked he doesn't get the maple syrup and butter. When they're alone, Billy does what he does best, sprawls with his arms along the full length of the booth on his side, eyebrow cocked at Steve's phone.

Phone. He's pretty sure he left his behind. Fuck. ] Shit, Munson - my phones still buried under all your shit. [He will not allow this to hinder his escape plan -] If I give you my new address can you drop it off or some shit? I need it for work on Friday.