"He's treating me. He says he doesn't want love, but then he does all that and has that accent, how can I not swoon?" Edward leaned a little against Jonathan, but kept from wrapping an arm around him for the moment. No need to push too much. "That's Jon, Jack, he's my country boy. And yeah, just get me the usual. ...once."

Delite was looking Jonathan over, arching his eyebrows. "Wow. Love a man who can eat." He grinned, taking Jonathan's money and then getting off the counter so he could put the side dishes in the tubs. The one thing he did to not be entirely useless in the kitchen.

"I've been telling Jonny here all about you, Jack. Y'see, I think he'll fit in just fine around here." And that feeling was only increasing.