"I'll have a, uh..." Cassidy bit his lip in contemplation.

After another mission gone awry, your positions were compromised. You'd have to lay low for a little while. When Cassidy said he knew a place, of *course, it was one of the greasy diners he hung out in. Every surface was either covered in a thin film of syrup or dust from the Arizona desert outside.

"Slice of apple pie, yeah hon'? And a coffee."

His eyes turned to yours with a grin, urging you to give your order to the nice waitress.