[ He leans back in the booth and looks away. His music is still a sore point for him, enough that he doesn't even really want to think about it right now. It's a dead end and the more he talks about it, the more he feels like he's going nowhere fast.
But at least "his own pace" means he can set it aside for now. ]
Okay, fine. Sure.
[ He gives the menu another quick glance. ]
I want the all-you-can-eat pancakes. With all the toppings.
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But at least "his own pace" means he can set it aside for now. ]
Okay, fine. Sure.
[ He gives the menu another quick glance. ]
I want the all-you-can-eat pancakes. With all the toppings.