"Nah, you need atmosphere with that much bacon," she said after seeing what was on his plate. "As for me, my excuse is that I was feeling homesick for the Crashdown. This place might not have aliens. But they've got tacky down."
"I know, right?" Sam gestured toward the faux-Bavarian trim over the counter with the half-eaten piece of bacon in his hand. "Also, the resident bunch of weirdos over there."
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