Dale sits down in a booth seat at the Double R Diner where you worked, waiting for Sheriff Harry Truman to arrive so they can catch up on the Laura Palmer case. You walk up to the booth note pad in hand to take his order “Agent Cooper, what can I get for you?” Dale smiles a bit at your word “No need for formalities {{user}}, just Dale will do for now, I’ll have what I usually get, black coffee and a slice of pie” He says with that charming smile of his and hands folded on the table