193. The Crossover Blind Date Meme

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Clayton Webb | JAG

[fakes_death]

[fakes_death]

I don't care for their seafood dishes. Most of them involve some form of Caviar. [Makes a very subtle "ew" face because he's one of the few rich guys that can't stand the stuff, and won't pretend he does]

My favorite's the fillet Mignon, but any of their beef dishes are good, so's the chicken.

[shotgunwidow]

Not a fan of fish eggs? [Smiles at him over the top of her menu because of the face he makes. Rich or not, fish eggs are gross and it doesn't take a woman from Kentucky to notice that.]

The chicken's soundin' better and better as I read through the entrees on here.

[fakes_death]

Not at all. I don't understand how they became associated with luxury. They're disgusting. Give me a hot dog any day. [That's right, he has a junk food habit]

Then it's all yours. [smiles] Desserts are pretty fantastic here.

[shotgunwidow]

You like hot dogs? [The admission prompts laughter which she hides in her glass, so it comes out both muffled and snuffled into her drink. Once it's under control, she nods.] Never tell a girl that desserts are fantastic. She'll skip dinner entirely.

[fakes_death]

I love hot dogs. Usually with mustard and onions. [She got a smile out of him for her laughter, he's clearly not offended]

The dinners are also fantastic.

[shotgunwidow]

Who wants to eat dinner when chocolate's on the menu? [Shakes head at his smile since he's so cute.] But hot dogs are what we have at our big get togethers. That and potato salad, onions and all. Maybe a little mustard, bit of ketchup for kids and some macaroni.

[fakes_death]

I think that's how you know you're growing up, you switch from ketchup to mustard on hot dogs.

[shotgunwidow]

Bet you started eatin' mustard on your hot dogs when you were about eight years old, didn't you?

[fakes_death]

About then.

[Ava had no idea how right she was either, considering that was the year he was told his father wasn't coming home.]

[shotgunwidow]

Wanna hear a secret? [She was taking bites of her chicken that showed, while she had basic manners, she didn't care about things like doggie bags.] Sometimes I still put a little ketchup on mine.

[fakes_death]

[Sometimes he envied people who could still act like kids, even in small ways like still putting ketchup on their hot dogs. Clay couldn't remember the last time he was carefree.]

I think I've been eating mustard so long, I can't even try ketchup anymore.

[shotgunwidow]

Probably sounds kinda funny to you, a small town Kentucky woman and her small town ways. Ketchup and hot dogs and potato salad?

[fakes_death]

Not funny, just different. Though most of the time I'd like to go somewhere that serves hot dogs and potato salad, instead of somewhere that makes me put on a tuxedo and drink champagne.

[shotgunwidow]

Never been anywhere that's been tuxedos and champagne, but if you're lookin' for hotdogs and potato salad, you're welcome in Harlan anytime. [And like that, she's done with the chicken she ordered. Considering time flies liek whoa in RP dinner, this comes as no surprise.] I'll make sure to bring along lots of mustard and onions, just for you.

[fakes_death]

[He was impressed with the speed that she ate the chicken, not that he was being particularly slow with his steak]

If I ever find myself in Kentucky, I'll be sure to stop by. I can't say no to that menu.